Jules here, a.k.a. Miss Link-A-Lot, according to Eisha. I can’t stop adding author and illustrator links to the right.<\/p>\n
So, we told folks about our blog yesterday, and that included my father. I was a bit nervous about what he’d think, ’cause he’s so dang smart. If I were half as smart as he is, I’d be set for life. And he said he enjoys it. He also said, “My only comment would be that it seems to be slanted to ‘ladies’ books since I did not recognize any of the books you are reviewing.” I love it! And, before anyone cries sexist!<\/em>, let me say: a). he says it with no guile and in all sincerity and innocence, and b). don’t be pickin’ on my dad, yo. I’m sorry, but that’s just so cute (you have to imagine Wilford Brimley<\/a><\/strong> saying this, since he kinda looks like him sometimes). So, maybe I can find some books to read on model ship-building, which is his favorite hobby (and which I’m sure lots of ladies like to read about, too); I need to expand my reading horizons anyway (actually, I’d be better off reading about<\/em> the ships and history behind the models he builds; any model I tried to put together would tumble to pieces pretty quickly, since graceful I ain’t and since I seem to have no right brain, but I digress). However, as for me reading other books he likes to read, I will not — I repeat, will not<\/em> — read The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind<\/em> that, yes, he tried to get me to read once. Lordy lord and sorry, but I gotta draw the line some where, Dad.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Switching gears, as I was warming up baby food today for my wee babe, I heard my favorite radio voice — the honorable Mr. Garrison Keillor<\/a><\/strong>, whom my husband unfairly calls ‘Ol Valium Voice (but you gotta laugh) — on The Writers Almanac<\/a><\/strong>. Always good to catch that when you can; a poem-a-day<\/a><\/strong> is a lovely thing. And today’s poem, “To Walt Whitman in Heaven” by Betsy Sholl, made me turn off the microwave so I could hear it more clearly in all its beauty. She grabs your attention right away with: <\/p>\n “Things that look good and aren’t: high fashion, is only a shock\u2014one yelp and he shakes and one calls out, how far did ya get? Whadda And then when she writes, <\/p>\n ” . . . What doesn’t change now sews onto the cuffs of her new jeans, . . . well, I just about swooned.<\/p>\n\n
\nManifest Destiny, limp wires the electrician thinks
\nare dead till he grabs hold and then, O Infinite\u2014
\ncoursing-through-finite\u2014thank God his spastic dance<\/p>\n
\nit off. Not so easy for the girl next door
\nfeeling her first kiss begin to fester
\nas the young man’s buddies drive by hooting<\/p>\n
\nwe owe?<\/em> It’s enough to make everything
\nlook bad . . .”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n\n
\nand remain, remain and grow strange? The lace
\nbodice from my mother’s slip my daughter<\/p>\n
\nthe crooked front tooth that has traveled through
\nhow many kisses from my mother’s mouth
\nto mine, and on to my son . . .”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n
![Wilford Brimley<\/a><\/strong> saying this, since he kinda looks like him sometimes). So, maybe I can find some books to read on model ship-building, which is his favorite hobby (and which I’m sure lots of ladies like to read about, too); I need to expand my reading horizons anyway (actually, I’d be better off reading about<\/em> the ships and history behind the models he builds; any model I tried to put together would tumble to pieces pretty quickly, since graceful I ain’t and since I seem to have no right brain, but I digress). However, as for me reading other books he likes to read, I will not — I repeat, will not<\/em> — read The Origin of Consciousness in the Breakdown of the Bicameral Mind<\/em> that, yes, he tried to get me to read once. Lordy lord and sorry, but I gotta draw the line some where, Dad.<\/p>\n<\/p>\nSwitching gears, as I was warming up baby food today for my wee babe, I heard my favorite radio voice — the honorable Mr. Garrison Keillor<\/a><\/strong>, whom my husband unfairly calls ‘Ol Valium Voice (but you gotta laugh) — on The Writers Almanac<\/a><\/strong>. Always good to catch that when you can; a poem-a-day<\/a><\/strong> is a lovely thing. And today’s poem, “To Walt Whitman in Heaven” by Betsy Sholl, made me turn off the microwave so I could hear it more clearly in all its beauty. She grabs your attention right away with: <\/p>\n\n“Things that look good and aren’t: high fashion,\nManifest Destiny, limp wires the electrician thinks\nare dead till he grabs hold and then, O Infinite\u2014\ncoursing-through-finite\u2014thank God his spastic dance<\/p>\nis only a shock\u2014one yelp and he shakes\nit off. Not so easy for the girl next door\nfeeling her first kiss begin to fester\nas the young man’s buddies drive by hooting<\/p>\nand one calls out, how far did ya get? Whadda\nwe owe?<\/em> It’s enough to make everything\nlook bad . . .”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\nAnd then when she writes, <\/p>\n\n” . . . What doesn’t change\nand remain, remain and grow strange? The lace\nbodice from my mother’s slip my daughter<\/p>\nnow sews onto the cuffs of her new jeans,\nthe crooked front tooth that has traveled through\nhow many kisses from my mother’s mouth\nto mine, and on to my son . . .”<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n. . . well, I just about swooned.<\/p>\nYou can read the entire poem here<\/a><\/strong>.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Jules here, a.k.a. Miss Link-A-Lot, according to Eisha. I can’t stop adding author and illustrator links to the right. So, we told folks about our blog yesterday, and that included my father. I was a bit nervous about what he’d think, ’cause he’s so dang smart. If I were half as smart as he is, […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[26],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-92","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-nonfiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=92"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/92\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=92"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=92"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/blaine.org\/sevenimpossiblethings\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=92"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}](\"http:\/\/www.southdakotabeefman.com\/images\/categories\/C57.jpg\"){kind=link}