My favorite poem

When You Are Old

BY WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS

When you are old and grey and full of sleep,

And nodding by the fire, take down this book,

And slowly read, and dream of the soft look

Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,

And loved your beauty with love false or true,

But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,

And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,

Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled

And paced upon the mountains overhead

And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.

Money talks

Oh what a month so far. Arranging for new carpeting, new kitchen flooring, new deck, new baby...and of course, a baby shower.

What I envisioned as a lovely intimate gathering of women who love and support my daughter and her new alien nugget (affectionately named by yours truly) has turned into a massive, of almost wedding proportion affair!!! Finally, I convinced my mommy to be to only include women (the co-ed shower leaves me quite cold, and what man wants to spend a Sunday afternoon watching a roomful of women oohh and aahh at baby clothes?) which helped immensly. Yesterday was the kitchen floor installation, it looks beautiful, of course now I want to have the kitchen freshly painted. This weekend my family is planning to help me de-clutter the basement and switch the girls' rooms so the alien nugget can reside upstairs with momma and my youngest will live in the dungeon basement bedroom. Next Friday new carpets will be installed. I had 4 different estimates for a new deck yesterday, the existing deck is just waiting for someone to step through a board and get injured. It's wonderful to welcome new life, but dang is it ever expensive!!! And yet, what else is money for except to make your loved ones comfortable and safe????

I ask you, could life be any better???

:)