My mother and her sisters, my aunts, always left little quotes at the bottom of their letters and cards. It was always fun to read them. And, my mother was full of homey homilies like, No rest for the wicked, or Itchy palm? You're going to get some money; Cold feet, warm heart; Itchy nose? You are going to meet a stranger; Always eat a little sour with your sweet; Waste not want not.
Her sayings came so automatic,
kind of a mixture of advice, superstition, moral admonitions. Who knows
where they came from? It was just a part of her personality. I miss
her so much.
I chose the title because I'm so busy, super busy, I feel like the fox chasing his tail.
be absent these pages, off and on while I take a trip into the Bay Area
working on a fundraiser for the archive. And, another trip to Oregon
for a walk through on the house my son is building for me that will be
wheelchair assessable. Then it is time to get ready for Thanksgiving
that I'm hosting at my house. So...
My Feet they haul me Round the House,
They Hoist me up the Stairs;
I only have to Steer them, and
They take me Everywheres!
little ditty is by Gelett Burgess and I can think of a half-dozen
verses to add to it to describe my life right now, but I'll let it go at
that. Maybe some of you can add some verses if you are so inclined.
This one is in the public domain and does not require permission.