"I can't forget
How she stood at the top of that long marble stair
Amazed, and then with a sleepy pirouette
Went dancing slowly down to the fountain-quieted square;"
Richard Wilbur (b. 1921), U.S. poet. Piazza di Spagna, Early Morning (l. 1-4). . . Oxford Book of Short Poems, The. P. J. Kavanagh and James Michie, eds.
Oxford University Press.
TIME: 5:56 PM
PLACE: Hesse Park
SUBJECT: My feet and a slide
School's out for summer. I "twittered" earlier today that Monkeyboy lasted about 2 hours before the phrase "I'm bored" spewed forth from his mouth. Sigh. He had an away baseball game tonight. We arrived about 35 minutes early, so I took StellaDella to the playground at the park. She watched another girl play a "follow the leader" game with her mother and then decided that we needed to do that as well. Her idea of "follow the leader" was
dictating directing me in various exercises around the structure. Here I am at the top of the tallest slide on the playground (don't look too close at my toes, I need a pedicure very badly!). If I was rating the slide speed, I would give it an 8.5/10 - it was pretty fast. I was extremely happy that my fat ass lovely derriere didn't hinder my decent by scraping the sides as I glided to the bottom!