Tho' I get home how late - how late -
So I get home - 'twill compensate -
Better will be the Extasy
That they have done expecting me -
When Night - descending - dumb - and dark
They hear my unexpected knock -
Transporting must the moment be -
Brewed from decades of Agony!

To think just how the fire will burn -
Just how long-cheated eyes will turn -
To wonder what myself will say,
And what itself, will say to me -
Beguiles the Centuries of way!

-Emily Dickinson


Helena is staying with the Johnson family for a few weeks, and today I biked over to their house to greet her. In other news, I dug up a perfectly good rose bush today and threw it in the rubbish bin. I plan to dig up a great portion of the rest of the yard soon.

Today I read "Keep Refridgerated" on a plastic container full of organic sour cream. I marveled at the double 'd's in "refrigerated". Inspired, I did some research, and discovered that the root of this word is the latin word "refrigerare" which means "again to make cool". Do YOU care?