This has been a fairly busy week. I started a class in Quickbooks two afternoons a week, which lets out just in time for me to pick up The Artist from swim practice. Tuesday I ran errands pretty much non-stop after class. Tonight The Artist’s swim team had a meet. I don’t think there’s anything going on tomorrow night, but I’m sure something will come up unexpectedly. Whew!
I haven’t heard back from the place I interviewed with last Friday, either. Very annoying.
In Flanders fields the poppies blow
Between the crosses, row on row,
That mark our place; and in the sky
The larks, still bravely singing, fly
Scarce heard amid the guns below.We are the dead. Short days ago
We lived, felt dawn, saw sunset glow,
Loved, and were loved, and now we lie
In Flanders fields.Take up our quarrel with the foe:
To you from failing hands we throw
The torch; be yours to hold it high.
If ye break faith with us who die
We shall not sleep, though poppies grow
In Flanders fields.– Lt.-Col. John McCrae
