Wow, I never thought about your last comment before. How clever!

Clever about the date! I’m sure Sam’s departure is bittersweet for all involved. On the other hand, no more chaperone – now you can go wild & crazy;)

Prayers for a safe & uneventful trip home for her.

As a former English teacher, I really enjoyed your ending comment! 🙂

I explained that to the kids today also! But what about yesterday? A perfect square!

it took me a moment but I get it now. Like Lene said to me (about something else) — having “an immigrant moment”.

I am sad that “Sam” is leaving!! I know she needs to go back home…but who will help take care of you now?

And I’m supposed to compete with all these clever comments? Alison, if you’re gonna stick with knitting news, I’ll stick with my humor.

Q: How can you avoid spotting a wrinkle every time you walk by a mirror?
A: The next time you’re in front of a mirror, take off your glasses.

Q: Why should 60-plus-year-old people use valet parking?
A: Valets don’t forget where they park your car.

Q: Is it common for 60-plus-year-olds to have problems with short-term memory storage?
A: Storing memory is not a problem, retrieving it is a problem.

After posting that humor yesterday, I got to thinking that it was not a very good idea. Alislon, you said you were all right with it, but I was not. After my eldest sister passed away, her care givers gave the following to her son. This is for Richard, and Kit, and anyone else who has suffered a loss:

I am standing upon the seashore. A ship at my side spreads her white sails to the morning breeze and starts for the blue ocean. She is an object of beauty and strength. I stand and watch her until at length she hangs like a speck of white cloud just where the sea and sky come to mingle with each other.

Then someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!”

“Gone where?”

Gone from my sight. That is all. She is just as large in mast and hull and spar as she was when she left my side and she is just as able to bear her load of living freight to her destined port.

Her diminished size is in me, not in her. And just at the moment when someone at my side says, “There, she is gone!” there are other eyes watching her coming, and other voices ready to take up the glad shout, “Here she comes!”

And that is dying.

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Beautiful, Don. Thank you.

You are too sweet, leaving yarn for others that you could certainly put to good use yourself.
I have a lovely plum tree in my backyard, also in bloom at the moment. It always bears a ton of fruit. Come up in June and help yourself, while your tree is still maturing.

I was wondering about the plum tree. And like suburbancorrespondent I’m glad the fun with dates continues another day!

Oh no, I missed it! Have to wait another year!

I just read woolgathering’s post for yesterday and was pleased to see that I had unwittingly complied. Exelauno!

Beautiful yarn!
Aw, I’m sure others will be tickled to get to buy some, too. 😉

Your plum tree looks great! I went yesterday looking for a damson plum tree..still looking.

Chuckles on this end.

Bye Sam! Thank you for taking good care of Alison. I’m sure the rest of the world finds the pursuit of a fine yarn a bit odd, but that’s okay…

As I’m reading this on this morning, it took me a minute of figuring to realize that “march fifth” is not a command, lol.

Bwahahaha… I’m glad you got over there, and I’m sorry I missed you. 🙂

Off to pet my preciousssss…

If suburbancorrespondent is delighted by March 3rd being a great date, she’d be extra amused by the fact that it was my 33rd birthday……….33 on 3/3/09. Cool, huh?

Don’s quoted reflection about the ship just explained a great mystery to me!

Years ago, when my youngest was a toddler, we used to watch Teletubbies together every day. I really loved the Teletubbies, maybe even more than my daughter did. (I still won’t part with any of here Teletubbie dolls). Anyhoo…

On the program, there were always short films with music, one of which was “Tap Dancing Teddy.” The other one, that Don’s comment reminded me of, featured three beautiful old-style ships, which came sailing in to greet the Tubbies while a very pretty harp rendition of “I Saw Three ships Come Sailing In” was played. I could never stop watching it, though I knew what would happen, every time. I would sit there thinking, “Don’t go, don’t go,” but at one point in the film, they do turn and sail away. And every time, without fail, I fell apart. I can’t even describe it without crying, so I’m really glad you can’t see my and my tomato nose right now!

I also have fallen apart at the end of Excalibur, when they are taking Arthur off to Avalon. I can’t count the number of times i have seen that movie, it was such a favorite when I was in my twenties. And every single darn time the barge sailed away, I cried.

Boats and water, approaching and retreating — something about it moves me. And don’t even ask what happens to me when I chance upon fishermen’s monuments. A few weeks ago, the afternoon in Newport, I stumbled upon one, name after name, saying after saying, and only a few stones into the walk, I had to get out of there and walk someplace else. It just made me too profoundly sad.

What is it about boats and departure? Don has given me one clue, perhaps…

I had to double-check the posting date and say it out loud to get the joke. Just think, in exactly two months it will be Luke Skywalker Day (May the Fourth be with you).

Wonderful to find someone else who is a fan of exelauno day… Thanks for stopping by my site to let me know. (And then so sorry to hear about your family’s loss.)

Copper wire, huh? I’m going to suggest that to my father-in-law. Thanks for the tip!

Copper gives them an electric shock and they won’t cross over it.

I am reading this a little past midnight on Friday the 6th, so it took me awhile to figure out what your were talking about. I finally got it!

Leaving yarn for others is so like you. Can’t wait to see what the yarn becomes.

LOL, I love it!

I love the blooming tree. Today it’s room temp outside, the first day this year. It will snow in April, it always does, but right now most of the snow piles are reduced to water on the sidewalk or those nasty, dirty, crusty icebergs that happen late winter.

I will place my faith in your blooming tree, that we will have blooms before too long here. My lilies are pushing up through the soil, it’s a good omen.

Hugs,
Lynn