He Came In Silvern Armour
By Gwendolyn B. Bennet
He came in silvern armour, trimmed with black--
A lover come from legends long ago--
With silver spurs and silken plumes a-blow,
And flashing sword caught fast and buckled back
In a carven sheath of Tamarack.
He came with footsteps beautifully slow,
And spoke in voice meticulously low.
He came and Romance followed in his track.
I did not ask his name--I thought him Love;
I did not care to see his hidden face.
All life seemed born in my intaken breath;
All thought seemed flown like some forgotten dove.
He bent to kiss and raised his visor's lace...
All eager-lipped I kissed the mouth of Death.
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Had a rather crazy day, though a reasonably nice one, at least when I was not witnessing unnecessary wank! I played a lot with the MDA, which had great connectivity today, and finally figured out how to import my contacts to Outlook. I had lunch with my beloved
It was my mother's birthday, so I needed to pick up a last present for her that I hadn't managed to find earlier in the week. We had promised to bring a cake over -- we are going out for the Official Birthday Dinner tomorrow night for both my mother and my uncle who is visiting, since it's a weekend -- but in a very typical situation, we got different orders from different parents. My father wanted a Carvel Ice Cream cake and announced that that was what my mother wanted. Suspecting that this might not be the case, in part because my uncle can't have chocolate, we asked my mother what SHE wanted and she suggested that we NOT get Carvel because they put a layer of chocolate crunch stuff in the middle that is very hard to remove. She doesn't love it and her brother can't eat it, so she requested we get Baskin Robbins instead. So we called the two nearest Baskin Robbins stores, but the only small cakes they had were strawberry or chocolate; the vanilla cakes were those huge sheet kinds that wouldn't have fit into our freezer and can serve 20. Deciding that was excessive,
Anyway, that's the family schtick. We all watched "The Deadly Years" night so I can review it -- "You traitorous, disloyal...you stab me in the back the first chance you get? Spock! Get out. I never want to look at you again." Oh, the Kirk angst!
And, seen underwater, a large snapping turtle...
...and a baby hermit crab, one of three in this tank.
And oh, yeah...happy Remus Lupin's birthday. *g*
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