By Edgar Allan Poe
Science! true daughter of Old Time thou art!
Who alterest all things with thy peering eyes.
Why preyest thou thus upon the poet's heart,
Vulture, whose wings are dull realities?
How should he love thee? or how deem thee wise,
Who wouldst not leave him in his wandering
To seek for treasure in the jewelled skies,
Albeit he soared with an undaunted wing?
Hast thou not dragged Diana from her car,
And driven the Hamadryad from the wood
To seek a shelter in some happier star?
Hast thou not torn the Naiad from her flood,
The Elfin from the green grass, and from me
The summer dream beneath the tamarind tree?
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I spent Sunday with my entire local family to celebrate Paul's 50th birthday with his parents and mine. We picked up younger son from College Park, stopping briefly at Best Buy to get Night at the Museum: Secret of the Tomb, and went to my parents' house to watch the Maryland women play Duke -- not their best game, but they were never behind, and the Terrapins won by 10 points.
We may have a serious conflict with my in-laws if UConn and the Terps meet in the Final Four! We munched all through the game and had pizza afterward, then birthday cake, and my in-laws brought us Utz snacks from Hanover to bring home, so I have pretty much been eating all afternoon and evening. After we took the kids back to College Park, we watched the end of the Kentucky-Notre Dame game.
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