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

Sunday, November 14, 2010

Weekend of the lost

Spent yesterday cleaning up the yard and getting it ready for the winter. Of course, today, except for having been mowed, it looks like I could go out there and sweep leaves again. And there are still plenty of leaves on the trees. Spent some time today on a bunch of little chores that had been piling up. Fixed the vacuum cleaner, fixed the dryer, cleaned out the laundry room, cleanup some paperwork, etc.

Did some studying yesterday. I'm sure I'll do more tonight.

And strangely enough, I feel like I haven't done much this weekend.

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