Jinxed it

So you know those days or weeks where everything is going great and for the first time in a long time you finally have a grip on things. And then out of the blue, for no apparent reason, shit hits the fan. And I don't mean just a few things or a minor bump in the road..I'm talking major shit that shatters your world (ok maybe not shatter but it disrupts the peacefulness you finally found).

Then I went to work only to get bombarded with more crap. I already work 9 hours a day sometimes 10 because I can't get it all done in the 8 alotted hours. Then I get home to find out my mom has empysema and osteoperosis.

So again I am left here to try and figure this all out again. I finally had shit cleared up and had sorted it all out now I'm left sitting on the floor trying to distinguish what is what.

Double Take

So the other day I was watching a television show with Cooper and it was classical poetry set to cartoons. The illustrations depicted the poem in a very interesting way. They were read by celebrities which also gave an new twist. We dont' watch TV much at all because I think it rots the mind and I don't want my child to be a TV zombie. So when we do watch it is something educational or classic. Anyway, How do I love thee by Elizabeth Barrett Browning came on and was read by Gwyneth Paltrow (one of my favs). It was depicted by a mother bunny and her son.

Well after watching I held the poem in a new way. I never really paid any attention to it because I thought it was cliche. So here is the poem and I will post another blog about my translation of it.

XLIII. "How do I love thee? Let me count the ways..."by Elizabeth Barrett Browning (1806-1861)
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.I love thee to the depth and breadth and heightMy soul can reach, when feeling out of sightFor the ends of Being and ideal Grace.I love thee to the level of everyday'sMost quiet need, by sun and candle-light.I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.I love thee with a passion put to useIn my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.I love thee with a love I seemed to loseWith my lost saints, --- I love thee with the breath,Smiles, tears, of all my life! --- and, if God choose,I shall but love thee better after death.