Poetry

When I was a teen, I saw a Katherine Hepburn movie, don't ask me which, that had the line 'The was a boy in China who drowned while trying to kiss the moon in a puddle. He was drunk, but he still made beautiful poetry'. It really stuck with me for some reason and I think of it often when there are flashes of beauty reflected in puddles. 

Not when I'm drunk. 

Apparently it's based on the Chinese poet Li Bai.

Which is strangely poetic.

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Pumpkin madness

 I had thought the kiddo was maybe too old to want to bother carving a pumpkin but on the 30th she reminded me to get one...I had to race from Supermarket to Supermarket to find one - and Facebook reminded me this was not the first time I had to do a call out the day before as to where to buy one.

For those of you OS, Australia is too hot to do them early, so you really only get at best, 3 days before thy turn into a mess of mould or rot.

And they stink.

While the youngest was off to a party, I was glad she still wanted to do this childhood tradition....with the fast approaching adulthood, I'm holding tight to our almost lost traditions.

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