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The Waking
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I feel my fate in what I cannot fear.
I learn by going where I cannot go.
We think by feeling. What is there to know?
I hear my being dance from ear to ear.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Of those so close beside me, which are you?
God bless the Ground! I shall walk softly there,
And learn by going where I have to go.
Light takes the Tree, but who can tell us how?
The lowly worm climbs up a winding stair;
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
Great Nature has another thing to do
To you and me; so take the lively air,
And, lovely, learn by going where to go.
This shaking keeps me steady. I should know.
What falls away is always. And is near.
I wake to sleep, and take my waking slow.
I learn by going where I have to go.
--Theodore Roethke
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Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
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Wednesday, December 18, 2002
Gratuity Not Included
After decades of shopping at the same grocery and not tipping, I was involved in a conversation recently about tipping the sackers who take the groceries to our cars. I suppose I'm known by reputation there and didn't realize it. Now I'm not sure what to do. That branched out to all the others people generally tip. In restaurants it's standard, and I must admit that I've been judgmental about how generous or cheap others are when tipping. When service is poor, it does send a message, but there should be ways to avoid all this math and angst. Unless it's an urban legend, TIPS originally stood for To Insure Prompt Service. I'm not sure how that evolved into what goes on now, which seems to be To Increase Poor Salary. In that case, why don't teachers get tips? Former students could send money when something we taught them is of benefit. I like this idea!!
Patio update: The leaves I so arduously raked and swept are being blown back on from the roof and yard. (well, probably not the same leaves) I called the guy who mows my yard to do whatever he does with his riding mower to get rid of them since I really don't want to rake the whole yard. That's real work!! Now, however, I have to go sweep the patio again. I like chores that only have to be done once but don't believe there are any. Do I sense some commitment issues here or laziness and a short attention span? Hmm, I have admitted to being a relationship sprinter instead of marathon runner. (not proud of it) It's like those flowers that come back every year are hopeful while those that die and have to be replaced are sort of sad. A pattern emerges.
11:24:00 AM
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