By Hazel Hall
I have known hours built like cities,
House on grey house, with streets between
That lead to straggling roads and trail off,
Forgotten in a field of green;
Hours made like mountains lifting
White crests out of the fog and rain,
And woven of forbidden music—
Hours eternal in their pain.
Life is a tapestry of hours
Forever mellowing in tone,
Where all things blend, even the longing
For hours I have never known.
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Thursday was another gorgeous day, over 70 degrees! I did nothing exciting in the morning, got some work done, ate lunch, talked to my sister, then we went out to Safeway and Trader Joe's for lots of staples, produce, and three kinds of nuts. Having taken the things in need of refrigeration home, we then took a walk to the beach, which had a good number of visitors for a weekday because of all the sun, and when we came back, we headed down the dock to see the ducklings and other waterfowl.
My Thursday chat group had only four of us tonight but we caught up on a lot of things. Afterward we ate a late dinner that the cats tried very hard to steal, then we watched this week's Sugar (Big Twist not bothering me as much as the more predictable one about Olivia), Franklin (okay but Adams doesn't have to be such a complete jerk that he comes across as stupid), and Hacks (I don't care, I love Deborah and I totally get why Hannah keeps choosing her). Animals at Juanita Bay:
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