By William Carlos Williams
Again I reply to the triple winds
running chromatic fifths of derision
outside my window:
Play louder.
You will not succeed. I am
bound more to my sentences
the more you batter at me
to follow you.
And the wind,
as before, fingers perfectly
its derisive music.
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It rained all day Thursday and was dark and gloomy. I spent the morning organizing 2024 files and photos before I have too many 2025 files and photos to deal with, then we ate lunch and watched the delayed Sugar Bowl -- I think every single team I've rooted for in the major bowl games has lost. We went for a walk in the afternoon despite the weather, which was worth it because eagles and geese were at the park.
When we got home, I had my Thursday night chat with all the regulars, then we ate leftover Beecher's macaroni and cheese with veggie chicken for dinner while Ole Miss was blowing out Duke in the Gator Bowl. We finished off our animated Tolkien week with The Return of the King, which feels much more kid-oriented like The Hobbit than The Lord of the Rings. Some of the many waterfowl we saw at Juanita Bay yesterday:
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