Monday, April 20, 2020

Poem for Monday and Garrett Park Azaleas

Aedh Wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
By W.B. Yeats

Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

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My computer caused me massive frustration on Sunday so the less said about that, the better. At least it worked when I really needed it to, for a Zoom meeting with fannish friends, which was very fun. Before that, we took a drive through Garrett Park -- usually we'd walk, but we weren't sure what the social distancing situation would be, and we wanted to see the azaleas.

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We watched this week's World on Fire, which sometimes feels a bit too soapy for a WWII drama, and Last Week Tonight, painfully depressing about fake news, before this week's Westworld, which I'm starting to assume is not "in the real world" but inside the biggest simulation yet, which would be okay with me because I don't want to have to root against Maeve but Serac is evil.

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