I watch the ripples change their size
But never leave the stream
Of warm impermanence
And so the days float through my eyes
But still the days seem the same
And these children that you spit on
As they try to change their worlds
Are immune to your consultations
They're quite aware of what they're goin' through

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Angels we have heard on high, tell us to go out and buy

Most online vendors have cut off their "we can ship it to arrive before XMas" times. And now, on this day of the greatest delivery service activity, we enter into the time of "unless you pay us insanely high shipping costs."

Sending out a mental therma-packs and icy-hot rubs to all those out there in the cold winter deliving Xmas Joy and post-New Year economic hangover to the millions of gift starved people.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Merry, Happy, Joyeux to you and yours, Steve!

Steve Buchheit said...

Hey Camille, a Happy Merry to you and yours out there on the other Coast. May our New Years bring more joy that the past year and may our sailing be easy.