I had just begun.
When I was two,
I was nearly new.
When I was three,
I was hardly me.
When I was four,
I was not much more.
When I was five,
I was just alive.
But now I am six,
I’m as clever as clever.
So I think I’ll be six
now and forever.
I suppose that it is time for me to post a bit of something. My last post was quite the downer – makes me sigh just to read it. So enough of the doom and gloom and what do we have?
CHRISTMAS!!!
No, these are not last year’s photos; I shot them this yesterday and the day before in my dear old friend, Shipshewana. The town lit up for the holidays this past Saturday – when you are a tourist trap and you rely on tourist $$ to survive, you light up early! I missed the Twinkle Parade because I had to endure an evening of drivel, and by that I mean a night at the library watching over the gaggle of teens and tweens who were in turn watching the Twilight Saga Marathon I cobbled together. Thank the Good Lord that I didn’t actually have to watch the movies – I babysat at the circulation desk whilst my younger staff watched the interminable, abominable, execrable films. Vampires DO NOT sparkle! Christmas lights sparkle!