Some of you might remember how I put my life at stake last year – to rescue some of the cherries before the birds finished them all. Yesterday I braved the law of gravity and swung myself to the top of the tree. My darling gave me a pitying look when I dragged the ladder out, as to say, why bother with a ladder – just climb that tree, it's so easy.
This is what I got yesterday, and there are still berries up there. But before I try to reach them I'll take care of what I have.
Embrace change even if you want to run from it. Ralph Shrader
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It is easier to say what and who I'm not. — I'm not my profession — I'm not my salay — I'm not my age — I'm not my illness — I'm not my civil status So who am I? — a person just the right size and age — an untidy pedant — a conservative radical And what do I do? — weave — read — listen to music, classical preferably baroque