bird by bird

By: Robert Frost He would declare and could himself believe That the birds there in all the garden round From having heard the daylong voice of Eve Had added to their own an oversound, Her tone of meaning but without the words. Admittedly an eloquence so soft Could only have had an influence on birds When call or laughter carried it aloft. Be that as may be, she was in their song. Moreover her voice upon their voices crossed Had now persisted in the woods so long That probably it never would be lost. Never again would birds' song be the same. And to do that to birds was why she came.

I've been on quite a writing hiatus in the past year. There have been so many big and little things to write about that when I sit down to put fingers-to-keyboard, I usually just end up checking my bank account instead. I don't know why I do that; it is not fun. Anyway, here's what's been happening lately:  I've been getting into fender benders and ignoring my gym membership almost entirely. It's been 9 months since I've had a soda, 4 months since I started my job, and 1 week since I've seen snow. I watch way too much CNN and I don't read enough books. I feel really badly about that second thing. I have a new sheet set that is out of this world, I mean it. The A/C in my Jeep is out. I need a haircut. I've been eating a lot of animal crackers. I'm going to New York in a few weeks to visit some of my favorites. I'm excited to eat bagels and wear lipstick without worrying about breaking the "Colorado casual" dress code. I po