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New Year’s Eve 2018


Celebrating is an art

you can’t be ordinary

but must be part Crayola box

part fearless visionary.

The virtue of the party hat

is very widely known

and if your name is Emmy

there’ll be an ice cream cone.

Here’s celebrating you, dear reader,

and those you hold most dear!

May there be good aplenty

in your coming year!



Happy New Year, dear reader!

The old year was tough on optimism, but you as readers and fellow bloggers

have made many a bright spot in it. Thanks!


I’m not sure who took this picture, but once again here is the irrepressible Emmy

celebrating everything.




Disconnections: September 10.18

Emmy wanted you to see

what a little girl she used to be,

how she would get all ice-cream-coned

before her skills were practice-honed.

Now that she’s a big girl of three,

she cones a lot more tidily,

avows, it should be here appended,

the ice cream facial is recommended.



My thanks to the unknown photographer

and to the photogenic Emmy.




September 3.18


A kid with a cone

in raspberry shoes

teaches a lesson

we can all use:

know your priorities

focus, be serious

(a chinload of ice cream

is not deleterious);

practice makes perfect

as life goes along —

if you’re not getting sticky,

you’re doing something wrong.


I don’t know who took this picture, but I know that’s Emmy braving the hard work

of learning how to eat an ice cream cone. Sometimes work is indeed its own reward.

Happy Labor Day, dear reader!