The Walrus and the Carpenter

The sun was shining on the sea,
Shining with all his might:
He did his very best to make
The billows smooth and bright--
And this was odd, because it was
The middle of the night.

The moon was shining sulkily,
Because she thought the sun
Had got no business to be there
After the day was done--
"It's very rude of him," she said,
"To come and spoil the fun!"

The sea was wet as wet could be,
The sands were dry as dry.
You could not see a cloud, because
No cloud was in the sky:
No birds were flying overhead--
There were no birds to fly.
- - Lewis Carroll

Today's earrings: flies, amber

Bedtime reading: Hard Row, Margaret Maron

I'm late I'm late I'm late

When I woke up this morning, the rain was coming down hard. So hard that I didn't hear my clock-radio. Seriously loud rain. My stubbed toe was an arrangement in brown and grey. I left a voicemail for my boss and limped off to work an hour late.

Turns out pretty much everybody was late. My boss got in 20 minutes after I did, listened to her voicemail, and then came out and announced to the department in general that if we'd just kept our calls to ourselves, she'd never have known any of us were late...

I left early to get my crown re-cemented. When I got home I discovered my toe had turned purple. I thought bruises were supposed to get less dramatic as you go along, not more. hmph.


Today's earrings: teacups, rabbits

Bedtime reading: Alice in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

Made for walking

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail
"There's a porpoise close behind us and he's treading on my tail
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?"

- - Lewis Carroll

Today's earrings: boots, alligators

Bedtime reading: Mansfield Park, Jane Austen

Wacky fog effects this morning

I couldn't see two blocks down the street, but look straight up and there was clear blue sky. Very odd.


Today's earrings: lobsters, rocks

Bedtime reading: Alice's Adventures in Wonderland, Lewis Carroll

Not what I'd write on the walls of a restaurant

'A loaf of bread,' the Walrus said,
'Is what we chiefly need:
Pepper and vinegar besides
Are very good indeed --
Now, if you're ready, Oysters dear,
We can begin to feed.'

'But not on us!' the Oysters cried,
Turning a little blue.
'After such kindness, that would be
A dismal thing to do!'
'The night is fine,' the Walrus said,
'Do you admire the view?'
- - Lewis Carroll


Today's earrings: elephants, lockets

Bedtime Reading: American Gods, Neil Gaiman

Song of the Turtle

"Will you walk a little faster?" said a whiting to a snail,
"There's a porpoise close behind us, and he's treading on my tail.
See how eagerly the lobsters and the turtles all advance!
They are waiting on the shingle - will you come and join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?

"You can really have no notion how delightful it will be
When they take us up and throw us, with the lobsters, out to sea!"
But the snail replied, "Too far, too far!" and gave a look askance -
Said he thanked the whiting kindly, but he would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, would not join the dance.
Would not, could not, would not, could not, could not join the dance.

"What matters it how far we go?" his scaly friend replied,
"There is another shore, you know, upon the other side.
The further off from England the nearer is to France -
Then turn not pale, beloved snail, but come and join the dance.
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, will you join the dance?
Will you, won't you, will you, won't you, won't you join the dance?
- - Lewis Carroll


Today's earrings: violins, turtles

Bedtime reading: Maskerade, Terry Pratchett

Green eggs & jam

I have no pig earrings, and I have no Dr. Seuss in the house. Why do I have no Dr. Seuss? This is one sorry state of affairs.


Today's earrings: strawberries, citrine teardrops

Bedtime reading: The Hunting of the Snark, Lewis Carroll