The sun came up as it’s wont to do.
The birds twittered in the trees – one even kept me company as I picked leaves for the silkworms.
Speaking of which – they started their cycle of eating. And then eating some more. And even more. I can see them getting bigger every day as I put fresh leaves on for them. Some are still hatching. I wonder how many I will end up once I’ve decided enough is enough! They’re such instinctual creatures. The minute the mulberry tree starts budding, the worms start hatching.Of course, the leaves are too small in the beginning, but I’m getting a few bigger ones now – must just go to the higher reaches of the tree. Difficult when you’re not a limber year old anymore, but with perseverance, brains and a stepladder, I’m getting there.
Yesterday mom and I packed the last of my biscuits – today saw me making 5 batches – each a different flavour and shape. Kid’s taking some to work tomorrow, so I’ll get a visit from the eldest this afternoon.
The youngest was here the whole weekend, only went back to dad’s early Wednesday morning. Of course he is very upset with this whole thing. Poor kid. Both of them are quite worried about mom ;-). Suppose with all the things I’ve said it’s only to be expected.
Came across this in a book I’m reading – Taceant colloquia. Effugiat risus. Hic locus est ubi mors gaudet succurrere vitae. Let conversations ease. Let laughter depart. This is the place where death delights to help the living.
Sent it to the eldest because he can actualyl speak Latin. Is this your suicide note? he asks me… As if! If I’m going to leave a note it would be in my own language, not something that I’d need a translator to read ;-). The book as about a medical examiner and the Latin is on a wall somewhere – quite fitting. Both for the book and most of my life.
But let me not get morose again. Time to do some knitting and relax after the morning’s hard work. Dishes will have to wait until I can face them…
Sitting on the side of the highway waiting to catch speeding drivers, a State Police Officer sees a car puttering along at 22 MPH. He thinks to himself, “This driver is just as dangerous as a speeder!” So he turns on his lights and pulls the driver over.
Approaching the car, he notices that there are five old ladies — two in the front seat and three in the back – eyes wide and white as ghosts.
The driver, obviously confused, says to him, “Officer, I don’t understand, I was doing exactly the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?”
“Ma’am,” the officer replies, “You weren’t speeding, but you should know that driving slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to other drivers.”
“Slower than the speed limit?” she asked. No sir, I was doing the speed limit exactly… Twenty-Two miles an hour!” the old woman says a bit proudly. The State Police officer, trying to contain a chuckle explains to her that “22” was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed, the woman grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out her error.
“But before I let you go, Ma’am, I have to ask… Is everyone in this car ok? These women seem awfully shaken and they haven’t muttered a single peep this whole time.” the officer asks.
“Oh, they’ll be alright in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119.”