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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


Joy's Updates - Straight from the Horse's Mouth.
Sunday, November 06, 2005  
The Week That Was

I can't believe I didn't write this week. So let's see, what have I done? I reported for jury duty Monday and sat through jury selection and could figure out the strategies of each side based on the questions. It was a civil suit that didn't sound too interesting, so I was glad my number didn't get picked. I was on a jury a long time ago but haven't been called since. I liked one of the lawyers more than the other based on the way he conducted himself and his looks. (OK, I'm shallow, too.) He had a relaxed, intelligent way of asking questions and used humor when appropriate, too. Both sides were represented by Nashville firms, so no local attorneys were involved the way it was on the jury I was on before. I have to call back tomorrow evening to see if I am supposed to report Tuesday. They obligate you for about three weeks. Jury selection is interesting since they have to choose based on the information they have as well as what they pick up from body language, appearance, answers to questions, and other things particular to those attorneys and/or their jury consultant in some cases. Since I've been watching lawyer shows since Perry Mason to L. A. Law to all the Law & Orders to Boston Legal (as well as John Grisham books and many movies), I observe it on several levels. I'm sure I'll have to go back and will find out if I'm chosen or not. It was fine not even being a semi-finalist, but we'll see what happens.

I kept Brendan Tuesday, and he spent the night Thursday night and was here all day Friday. We went to visit Mother both times which was fun. Then we went by and saw Jim and Zela at the vitamin center. Brendan was definitely "on" while we were there. We also went to the library. All anyone has to do is tell him something, and he remembers it. I mentioned where we were going, and after we left one place, he'd announce where we were going next. He has Melissa's freakishly good memory for song lyrics and stories. For example, he was in the back seat singing "American Pie" while we were riding around. Yes, ALL of it!! Good grief! What cracks me up is hearing his sweet little 2 1/2 year-old voice singing the line from "Angel from Montgomery" about "to believe in this living is just a hard way to go." It's also cute because his l's are y's, initial r's are w's, and other r's are ah's. He's been this way about learning words, songs, and stories since the beginning, just as most children do. Brendan will hone in on anything new, want to hear it over and over, process it, and then know it. He has quite a repertoire of material and will identify them as Mommy songs, Daddy songs, Grammy songs, etc. For the record, he also knows children songs. Listening to him made me remember when Brian was 3 and broke into "I've got a freaky old lady name o' Cocaine Katy" one day and sang all of that song. I asked him where he learned that, and he said from Daddy. They are like sponges, and we did listen to that Dr. Hook album quite a lot, so we were both responsible. Brian grew up knowing all kinds of songs, so they both sing to Brendan, tell and read him stories, and talk to him. I'm teaching him some songs, too, but will save this for another post.

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