Amazingly (to me) – but then again, not (not really) the Eagles lost yesterday to the Redskins. Meanwhile, the Patriots were dominant … and in the Phantastic Phootball Phanatics’ Phantasy Phootball Phinal, this was Pliny’s Phavorite moment … as PhatCats went on to Phinally Phlummox her … (Nice foto!) 😉
RPE will be home shortly having traveled for more than 24-hours … can’t wait to hear the stories!
And with all the snow that’s come down in recent days, I find myself returning with fondness to my first encounter with A Child’s Christmas in Wales. I remember that my mother said she wanted to read a poem on Christmas Eve and I cringed inside. I think I might have been somewhere between 10 and 12 at the time. Listening to a long poem was not my idea of a good time … but I was a pretty polite kid … so poetry it was!
I remember sitting there in the living room with ChristopherCornblog and HollyCornblog … gradually becoming mesmerized as the lilt and color and humor of the language washed over me. I was enthralled … and ever since, the cadences laid down by Dylan Thomas have been part of my Christmas rhythm. Here’s Dylan Thomas reading his poem -thanks to Salon. (The MP3 worked for me – but the streaming audio did not.) And here’s Marian McPartland’s rendition – a reading with piano accompaniment!