Monday, February 2, 2009
I think that I shall never see a poem as lovely as a tree.
I'm not quite sure how the two could be compared on a similar scale.
According to Alfred Joyce Kilmer, the author of the poem, it must be possible, and the poem doesn't stand a chance against the tree. Which, can only make one wonder...why he didn't work in a greenhouse or a tree farm as opposed to writing poetry....Yes, I know he did other things too. I can check Wikipedia as well as the next person. I was just saying....
Anyway, I have tons of things to do today. Don't we all. Just the phone calls I need to make could take half the morning. I DO NOT LIKE MAKING PHONE CALLS (hmm, didn't I mention that before?). You know, to schedule appointments etc. Each one expects you to leave a message so they can call you back WHICH of course, means that if you make your next call, you will be in the middle of it when the first one calls back.
Tons of calls to make...ok, not exactly tons, but a lot. I don't think it would be possible to make tons of calls. After all, a ton is a weight and even though my phone itself may weigh a pound or 2, I'm quite sure the actual calls don't. ACTUALLY...although a ton of calls isn't possible, a pound of calls is, if you are in Europe and are making a call since that is the currency... or did they change that .... I know there isn't a lira anymore but who would say that they need to make liras of calls anyway? Especially if there's something strange, in the neighborhood, who ya gonna call? GHOSTBUSTERS!
Opps....Monkeys Are Funny.
Maybe I'll make the calls tomorrow. Or maybe I'll just make a quart of calls today and save the rest for another day.
After all.....Tomorrow IS Another Day...