verity83 | Jun. 17th, 2008

1. I'm not so sure I like the new Firefox. It's not the layout, per se. It's the way you start typing an address in navigation bar and it tries to fill it in with a very busy list of possibilities. And I can't figure out how to turn it off. Also I don't like the disconnection of the tabs from the page it is for... because I am famous for closing tabs I don't mean to close the old way. I'm not even wanting to imagine the devastation these tabs will cost me.

2. I made $87 in the herbal front today. Blah.

3. I am the mother of an immensely beautiful and delicious peach pie.

We had a little episode this morning whilst cutting up the peaches for this pie. I was going to include my last lonely nectarine because it was about ready to start giving up the ghost if I didn't use it. I cut it in half. A fuzzy head poked out of the pit as it all crumbled apart.

Somebody in the kitchen squealed and did the ritual I Found a Worm in My Nectarine Dance - no names given.

The other person in the house insisted on EATING the nectarine because, said person claimed, the worm was in the PIT, the worm was REMOVED, and the nectarine itself wasn't affected at all, and we mustn't waste a good nectarine.

Yeah. Well, as long as it didn't end up in my pie. Although I still had to hear all sorts of squirm-inducing stories about eggs being laid in the pit so the worm grew up in the pit. And other things of the same vein. EW.

What number was I ready for... oh yeah.

4. The Calf-Path, by Sam Foss

One day, through the primeval wood,
A calf walked home, as good calves should;

II.
But made a trail all bent askew,
A crooked trail as all calves do.
Since then three hundred years have fled,
And, I infer, the calf is dead.
But still he left behind his trail,
And thereby hangs my moral tale.
The trail was taken up next day,
By a lone dog that passed that way.
And then a wise bell-wether sheep,
Pursued the trail o'er vale and steep;
And drew the flock behind him too,
As good bell-wethers always do.
And from that day, o'er hill and glade.
Through those old woods a path was made.

III.
And many men wound in and out,
And dodged, and turned, and bent about;
And uttered words of righteous wrath,
Because 'twas such a crooked path.
But still they followed - do not laugh -
The first migrations of that calf.
And through this winding wood-way stalked,
Because he wobbled when he walked.

IV.
This forest path became a lane,
that bent, and turned, and turned again.
This crooked lane became a road,
Where many a poor horse with his load,
Toiled on beneath the burning sun,
And traveled some three miles in one.
And thus a century and a half,
They trod the footsteps of that calf.

V.
The years passed on in swiftness fleet,
The road became a village street;
And this, before men were aware,
A city's crowded thoroughfare;
And soon the central street was this,
Of a renowned metropolis;
And men two centuries and a half,
Trod in the footsteps of that calf.

VI.
Each day a hundred thousand rout,
Followed the zigzag calf about;
And o'er his crooked journey went,
The traffic of a continent.
A Hundred thousand men were led,
By one calf near three centuries dead.
They followed still his crooked way,
And lost one hundred years a day;
For thus such reverence is lent,
To well-established precedent.

VII.
A moral lesson this might teach,
Were I ordained and called to preach;
For men are prone to go it blind,
Along the calf-paths of the mind;
And work away from sun to sun,
To do what other men have done.
They follow in the beaten track,
And out and in, and forth and back,
And still their devious course pursue,
To keep the path that others do.
They keep the path a sacred groove,
Along which all their lives they move.
But how the wise old wood gods laugh,
Who saw the first primeval calf!
Ah! many things this tale might teach -
But I am not ordained to preach.

^^Shawn Boonstra read the above, minus the last stanza, in his sermon about the Sabbath. Which I was listening to whilst herbing.

5. Check the mail time.

6. Oh, and I could barely get myself dragged out of bed this morning.

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		I will marry Daniel.
		After a wild honeymoon, We will settle down in Equator in our fabulous Mansion.
		We will have 13 kid(s) together.
		Our family will zoom around in a Process Red Subaru Baja.
		I will spend my days as a Housewife, and live happily ever after.