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Week Three

2008-06-19T09:48:00.000-07:00

I went on vacation this last weekend. My husband and I went to Corpus Christi and spent a lot of time on the beach (a first for me). We got really sunburned and it was glorious. I did not want to come home at all. I do not see how I could have gone twenty one years without going to the beach. If you have not seen one yet, I suggest you go!
I think that traveling is something everyone should do. We are not particularly well off; in fact, we struggle quite a bit, but the world is filling up and we should see it before it is too late. There is so much culture and history and beauty all around us. It is amazing what you can find. My mother is always telling me how jealous she is of me because I travel so much; I keep telling her it is necessary to take vacations with those you love. I have only been three places but the journeys we have taken together have been the best times of my life. My husband and I went to Greece for our honeymoon, Alaska with our mother-in-law to see a brother's wedding, and this last weekend getaway. We are planning another trip this summer to Florida to attend another wedding. I look forward to that trip more than graduation :)

As my professor says, "There is traveling money, and there is money that you get from your job; the two do not mix."

Memory

2008-06-10T19:52:00.000-07:00

So I was walking around at work today trying to think of the first stanza to a poem that I love. The words were all mixed up. I had it almost memorized a month ago, and now it is gone.
I wanted to post it because I was already looking it up...

A Forsaken Garden
by Algernon Charles Swinburne
In a coign of the cliff between lowland and highland,
At the sea-down's edge between windward and lee,
Walled round with rocks as an inland island,
The ghost of a garden fronts the sea.
A girdle of brushwood and thorn encloses
The steep square slope of the blossomless bed
Where the weeds that grew green from the graves of its roses
Now lie dead.
The fields fall southward, abrupt and broken,
To the low last edge of the long lone land.
If a step should sound or a word be spoken,
Would a ghost not rise at the strange guest's hand?
So long have the grey bare walks lain guestless,
Through branches and briers if a man make way,
He shall find no life but the sea-wind's, restless
Night and day.
The dense hard passage is blind and stifled
That crawls by a track none turn to climbT
o the strait waste place that the years have rifled
Of all but the thorns that are touched not of time.
The thorns he spares when the rose is taken;
The rocks are left when he wastes the plain.
The wind that wanders, the weeds wind-shaken,
These remain.
Not a flower to be pressed of the foot that falls not;
As the heart of a dead man the seed-plots are dry;
From the thicket of thorns whence the nightingale calls not,
Could she call, there were never a rose to reply.
Over the meadows that blossom and wither
Rings but the note of a sea-birds's song;
Only the sun and the rain come hither
All year long.
The sun burns sere and the rain dishevels
One gaunt bleak blossom of scentless breath.
Only the wind here hovers and revels
In a round where life seems barren as death.
Here there was laughing of old, there was weeping,
Haply, of lovers none ever will know,
Whose eyes went seaward a hundred sleeping
Years ago.
Heart handfast in heart as they stood,
"Look thither,"Did he whisper? "look forth from the flowers to the sea;
For the foam-flowers endure when the rose-blossoms wither,
And men that love lightly may die -but we?"
And the same wind sang and the same waves whitened,
And or ever the garden's last petals were shed,
In the lips that had whispered, the eyes that had lightened,
Love was dead.
Or they loved their life through, and then went whither?
And were one to the end -but what end who knows?
Love deep as the sea as a rose must wither,
As the rose-red seaweed that mocks the rose.
Shall the dead take thought for the dead to love them?
What love was ever as deep as a grave?
They are loveless now as the grass above them
Or the wave.
All are at one now, roses and lovers,
Not known of the cliffs and the fields and the sea.
Not a breath of the time that has been hovers
In the air now soft with a summer to be.
Not a breath shall there sweeten the seasons hereafter
Of the flowers or the lovers that laugh now or weep,
When as they that are free now of weeping and laughter
We shall sleep.
Here death may deal not again for ever;
Here change may come not till all change end.
From the graves they have made they shall rise up never,
Who have left nought living to ravage and rend.
Earth, stones, and thorns of the wild ground growing,
While the sun and the rain live, these shall be;
Till a last wind's breath upon all these blowing
Roll the sea.
Till the slow sea rise and the sheer cliff crumble,
Till terrace and meadow the deep gulfs drink,
Till the strength of the waves of the high tides humble
The fields that lessen, the rocks that shrink,
Here now in his triumph where all things falter,
Stretched out on the spoils that his own hand spread,
As a god self-slain on his own strange altar,
Death lies dead.

I was drawn to this poem because my Brit Lit professor told the class it was hard to read aloud. I love the way he plays with the meter and the way, I feel, it rolls off the tongue. If it had no meaning at all I would love it- just for the challenge of reading it aloud. And I do. Often.

Cats

2008-06-02T21:12:00.000-07:00

I am a total cat person so my husband and I got two kittens over a year and a half ago. They have become too much to handle. The cats we have are not normal. They have suddenly (six months ago) quit using their litter box among other things. We have talked to all of our family members about this (we got the kittens from my mother-in-law) and have decided they are mentally underdeveloped. They are first generation house cats and we have been told that is the problem. We can't keep them any longer but it really upsets me. I have never given any animals up before; it is until death do you part. I do not know how I will be able to part with them but I know I have to. I can't keep checking to see if my clean clothes are really clean, and pet stain remover gets expensive when you go through a bottle a week, not to mention the smell. We have worked really hard to keep out house nice but they tear everything up. We are taking them to Pets and People. They do not kill the animals; if they can't find a home for your pet they call you in a month and you get them back. I do not know what I will do if they call us to come get the cats but I almost feel worse making it another person's problem...