• A Parent’s Prayer – Garrison Keillor
• Fresh Out of Cough Drops
• Naps, for me, are a dream in themselves

I also recently picked up a couple of books (yes, good old fashion books with lots of pages of paper bound together) – a few by Steve Martin (yep, that Steve Martin who also has a really great Bluegrass album), Betty White’s memoirs, another Michael Critchon and “Ender’s Game” by Orson Scott Card. Books that run the genre gamut for sure, hopefully the boys will follow. More soon….

Nim's Island Tree House

The Island, by A.A. Milne

If I had a ship,
I’d sail my ship
I’d sail my ship
Through Eastern seas;
Down to a beach where the slow waves thunder -
The green curls over and the white falls under -
Boom! Boom! Boom!
On the sun-bright sand.
Then I’d leave my ship and I’d land,
And climb the steep white sand,
And climb to the trees
The six dark trees,
The coco-nut trees on the cliff’s green crown -
Hands and knees
To the coco-nut trees,
Face to the cliff as the stones patter down,
Up, up, up, staggering, stumbling,
Round the corner where the rock is crumbling,
Round this shoulder,
Over this boulder,
Up to the top where the six trees stand….

And there I would rest, and lie,
My chin in my hands, and gaze
At the dazzle of the sand below,
And the green waves curling slow
And the grey-blue distant haze
Where the sea goes up to the sky….

And I’d say to myself as I looked so lazily down at the sea:
“There’s nobody else in the world, and the world was made for me.”

“To one who has faith, no explanation is necessary. To one without faith, no explanation is possible.”
~ St. Thomas Aquinas