Unexpected Pops of Color

I don't know exactly who wrote this but it has a lot of meaning to me. 

Out of all the rainy days we have had lately a surprising pop of roses in my favorite colors and it reminds me that the simple things that can balance out some of the struggles we go through in life is real and a blessing. 

I hope today you find something pleasantly unexpected across your path that makes your heart sing.

My roses don't get the best of care much but they still surprise me with unexpected blooms that look so perfect in my imperfect garden of weeds.

What beautiful inspiration for selecting colors and fibers for our projects than nature itself.

With love for this Thursday,

Jennifer

The First Father's Day Without My Father

I could write alot about my daddy. I've known him and loved him for half a century. But there is no amount of room here to explain the closeness we had in our hearts. Our first Fathers day without him. Doesn't seem real. I still have 2 phone messages on my phone that I will not delete. It's him calling me the last time in October 2016 before he got sick. As usual, he says "hey Jennifer, just calling to check on you and see how you are doing this week". I'd call him back. 

I have notes he left on my door when I was at work while he was nearby. They were usually on the back of Autozone or Lowes receipts. He would write to say he missed me and loved me.

In 2013, he put a note on my door that said "Pray for me". He had his younger days before my kids were born where he was pretty doggone intense. (I'm sure I did too) but about age 50-60, he mellowed out and in his last 3 years, we spent much time talking. He was my  rock. The first man I loved. The man that taught me to be strong when I would lose hope. 

My daddy was always pulling a prank or joke. He loved to laugh and ask me to remember when........all kinds of things. We fished together, we went out in the woods to get a Christmas tree, he always went with me to get a new car just for advice and I could definitely trust him with anything auto related. 

He was the one I called for all things mechanical and wisdom for rebellious children, small and adult.

He let me learn some lessons the hard way.

I needed to learn them too.

He called me Doodlebug and actually melted a nickel with a welding tool when I was 8 and wrote my name on it, put a hole for a chain and I wore it alot in elementary school.

My daddy loved animals and I soooooo got that from him. He loved the outdoors and even though he was vigilent about mosquito spray he lost his life to West nile virus just 7 weeks ago.

My daddy is in a much better place now and I tell myself he is not in pain or suffering anymore. Some days that helps and somedays not. I take one day at a time. I miss him very badly.

I miss Sunday night phone calls at 9:30pm.

I miss being able to call him and ask his advice on all things life related.

I miss being able to confide in him and him to me without involving other people.

His spirit though is still with me. That much I do know.

And I just looked at the clock and it's that time of the night on Sunday when he usually calls.

So for all the fathers out there, Happy Fathers Day!

And for those whose father has gone to heaven, I know exactly how you feel today.

Till later,

Jennifer

Twisted Tuesday----Literally in Stitches

This is the start of a scarf for Mr. Darcy.

It's a belated birthday gift and yes, he has seen the colors and likes it.

I love the blues and gray in this and started out making it with a border knit stitch thinking it would not curl...........

I was so wrong. Lesson learned. Imagine this (because I don't have another pic right now of it) about 30 inches long.................the more I knit, the more it curled on the sides.

So.  About 12 inches out, I changed from stockinette to garter stitch pattern and this didn't help either.

I will show a good pic of it tomorrow but ONLY if the end would not curl like a tube, it would be rather handsome! :P

Conclusion and lesson learned. I should have put at least 5 knit stitches on each side to keep it from curling. One just didn't do the job.

To keep the scarf consistent on each end, I'm going to garter the entire rest except the last 12 inches and  at least both ends will match. Hopefully.

I really didn't want to pull my work out after I figured out to the degree of curl that would happen.

Then, I thought that blocking it would take the rolling out but from what I've read online, I don't even think blocking will take out the curl, but maybe some of it, so this scarf will definitely be blocked.

This is what happens when I knit just willy nilly at my own liking.

But, for the positive note, I learned a good lesson for the future.

One thing I like about needlework, is that most times you have choices when mistakes are made.

You can frog it all out and start over.

You can go with the flow and create something different in the pattern.

You can change up the knits and the purls.

You can just put it down and start working on another project altogether.

It's one good thing I like about stitching and knitting as a hobby.

I just hope the scarf doesn't look to "girly curly" when I get done. 

XXXX fingers as I go.

Have a quiet, restful evening,

Jennifer

Twisted Tuesday~~~~~~Going With the Pattern in Life

Hello sweet readers!

It's been a long time since last posting. I took a bit of a break while I am adjusting to a new schedule, new job, and learning lots of new things!!!  In the interim, I have decided that cross stitching AND knitting will be on this blog. I tried to create one just for knitting but kind of like "frogged" the idea. Yup, just going with the pattern of my life right now. It's kinda like going with the flow, so to speak---- a necessary retrospective evaluation for the best and purpose of my blog, and still balance other areas in my life. Simplicity is my goal for 2014 and I appreciate all who are strictly cross stitchers sticking with me through knitting projects and vice versa. :)

I love both needle crafts so!

So, soon I will be deleting the knitting blog. I really didn't have much on there. I have craved the time to stitch and work on a sampler of late but still in the home rennovation mode here at the homestead and into almost the third month, we are still waiting for the flooring company to finish the trim. It was kinda like moving as we had to completely remove things out of all closets and two rooms..........all while starting a new full-time job!!!

We are so pleased with the new flooring which blends in well with the family room, guest bath, hall, and two closets.The colors are very neutral and looks like, but is not, patterned tiles. Anyone who has looked at the new flooring really thinks it is real tile!

Miss Abbie was a bit confused through all the rennovations, and we had to do a bit of "re-potty training" again, but she is worth every bit of extra time and with a lot of love, she is getting back to normal. In fact as I write, she is taking a long sigh on the sofa, stretched out completely on a quilt. Seems like 9pm is her bedtime and slowly becoming my new bedtime after a long day of work ;)

In the beginning of the Summer, I put the knitting needles to mostly working on cotton dishcloths and washcloths. I started making a sweet blend of muted teal, green, and natural beige washcloths for the guest bathroom basket. I'm working on a fourth one now. (pics to come soon)

In the cross stitch world, I'm overwhelmed with the new beautiful samplers that are out. Just absolutely gorgeous!  I'm trying not to leave my WIPs to start another one, but the temptation is strong.

Is anyone else as pulled between the love of cross stitching and the love of knitting???

What are some of the samplers or knitting projects you are working on now??

Most of all, are you a morning stitcher or an evening stitcher??

Just some thoughts as I reach out to all things needles today!

I hope your week has gotten off to a good start. Time is certainly flying this Summer.

So it's off to bed without a stitch this evening.

  But, definitely every day is a new beginning for something new.

It's amazing how much "stuff" we have found and then "stuff" we have lost in shifting all the things around for putting in the new flooring!  When I find my memory disc for the computer, I will post some pics soon.

In closing, just a thought for encouragement. Figs make the Summer sweeter. As I love poetry, I read this tonight in one of my books of poetry I read over and over again.

 The book is "Poems That Live Forever" selected by Hazel Felleman.

First Fig

My candle burns at both ends,

It will not last the night,

But, ah, my foes, and oh, my friends~~

It gives a lovely light!

~~~~~Edna St. Vincent Millay

and my WIP awaits.........for new patterns of my life.............

Goodnight

Finished As You Like It knit scarf~~Mission Accomplished!

  I finished my As You Like It scarf I knit for a few weeks now off and on. All garter stitch. Used 25??? colors, lost count, of DMC 100% virgin wool from a huge bag for 5.00 I got back in the Summer at a junkin' store. I really like the colors and it's so ready for jeans, sweater and boots to accompany it.

 

And Miss Abigail is playing with her new Christmas toy and watching me.

 

 

We call him Tristan. I don't know how he got this name. But she loves him.

 

I mean. Really. Loves. Him.

 

 

 

It's not perfect but I like it just the way it is. It's actually about 72 inches long.

 

 One day at a time as we get nearer to Christmas. Each day brings up a new opportunity to make a positive difference in this world, create new warmth, read more books, knit, stitch, and anything that gives us balance in our lives.

 

The Road Not Taken

by Robert Frost (my favorite poem)

 

Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,

And sorry I could not travel both

And be one traveler, long I stood

And looked down one as far as I could

To where it bent in the undergrowth;

 

Then took the other, as just as fair,

And having perhaps the better claim,

Because it was grassy and wanted wear;

Though as for that the passing there

Had worn them really about the same.

 

And both that morning equally lay

In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!

Yet, knowing how way leads on to way,

I doubted if I should ever come back.

 

I shall be telling this with a sigh

Somewhere ages and ages hence;

Two roads diverged in a wood, and I---

I took the one less traveled by.

And that has made all the difference.

 

 

I hope this finds you snuggly, warm, safe, and happy.

Jennifer

 

As You Like It scarf progress-Doubled

As I have been stitching and pulling various colors at random for this As You Have It scarf, it's actually been quite therapeutic and I wanted to show my progress. The last time I posted a pic I had 7 squares done but now 17 squares. I have about 27 or so to go.    Yes it will be very long but I wanted it as a functional scarf, homey, practical, and will be able to wrap it three times with plenty of length. I can always remember I made this the week of our first anniversary.       This poem came to mind again as it often does when I do needlework in many colors. Just A Weaver

by Benjamine Malachi Franklin

My life is but a weaving, between my God and me, I do not choose the colors, He worketh steadily. Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow, and I in foolish pride Forget He sees the upper, and I the underside. Not till the loom is silent, and the shuttles cease to fly, Will God unroll the canvas, and explain the reasons why The dark threads are as needful in the skillful weaver's hand As threads of gold and silver in the pattern He has planned.     Miss Abbie this morning says HI!   The Queen of Pillows     You can see my bag in the back where I accumulate all the labels used.   Abbie will definitely get here a scarf made as well to match.   This is not a perfect piece but has been fun to stitch. And that, my friends, is why we call knitting and cross stitching a hobby!   I hope there is plenty of blue sky in your life today!   Jennifer

Poems That Mean Alot--in September

I have poems here.

 

 I have poems there.

 

 I have poems memorized in my heart.

 

I have poems in scribbly writings tucked in books.

 

I have poems on wall plaques at the homestead.

 

Sometimes, season changes reminds me of favorite ones and for September this is one of my favorites. I don't know why I always loved September but I think it's because of it's new start. A new school year. New weather. New year for birthdays for my son and me.

 

This favorite poem is from a book I have in my personal library called "Poems That Live Forever" a collection of poems selected by Hazel Felleman. I pick up this book which has several of my favorites and read them over and over. I thought I would share. I can truly say there is always a day in September that I will never forget.

September

 

The golden-rod is yellow;

The corn is turning brown;

The trees in apple orchards

With fruit are bending down.

 

The gentian's bluest fringes

Are curling in the sun;

In dusty pods the milkweed

It's hidden silk has spun.

 

The sedges flaunt their harvest,

In every meadow nook;

And asters by the brook side

Make asters in the brook.

 

From dewy lanes at morning

The grapes' sweet odors rise;

At noon the roads all flutter

With yellow butterflies.

 

By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With Summer's best of weather,

And autumn's best of cheer.

 

But none of all this beauty

Which floods the earth and air;

Is unto me the secret

Which makes September fair.

 

'Tis, a thing which I remember;

'To name it thrills me yet;

One day of one September

I never can forget.

 

~~~~~~~~~~Helen Hunt Jackson

 

 

 

Welcome, September 2013

 

Sunday Reflections and Hope

In This Place

In this place, I walked alone

to pray in the old, pew bench;

To pray for specific people in my life

To pray for the truth to be revealed.

God listened to my prayer that day

as He listens to all our prayers;

Sometimes His answers are not yes

Sometimes they are simply no~~~

Not now.

But in time.

You will know.

The reasons of the why and because.

But then when the right time came

the truth began to unfold

In His time and in His ways

He showed me what I needed to see.

Quite obvious, the Man in charge

of my life and my plan on Earth.

He said He didn't promise easy

He said sometimes it's a lot of work.

But He reassured me that He would be there

To protect me from all harm.

I can't ask for a better Father, friend

I can't ask for what He already knows.

Because you see,

 He knew I was coming there

That day so long ago.

He knew that I was His child

And He knew I was facing foes

He knew the plan for my life

When I was still in a little cradle.

It mattered not what friends I'd lose

It mattered not the criticisms or favors.

It only matters what God leads me

And that I continue to trust His wisdom.

That abiding in his love every day

Is a part of my daily listens.

His guidance I still ask each day

Just as in that little church alone;

He protects me, guides me, speaks to my heart

Loves me on and on.

I'm here, friend, to say to you

That His love will never falter;

If you trust in Him with all your heart

He will love you even while not at the altar.

His future plan for me includes

what, I do not know

but I only know that what I face

Will be with Him alone.

~~~~Jennifer

"For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so we can do the good things he planned for us long ago." Ephesians 2:10 (NLT)

"Now faith is confidence in what we hope for and assurance about what we do not see." Hebrews 11:1 (NIV)

"But He said to me, 'My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.' Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ's power may rest on me." 2 Corinthians 12:9 (NIV)

Have a blessed and warm, cozy Sunday,

Jennifer

September and Other New Starts

 

September

 

The golden-rod is yellow;

the corn is turning brown;

The trees in apple orchards

With fruit are bending down.

 

The gentian's bluest fringes

Are curling in the sun;

In dusty pods the milkweed

It's hiddens silk has spun.

 

The sedges flaunt their harvest,

In every meadow nook;

And asters by the brook-side;

Make asters in the brook.

 

From dewy lanes at morning

The grape's sweet odors rise;

At noon the roads all flutter

With yellow butterflies.

 

By all these lovely tokens

September days are here,

With Summer's best of weather,

And Autumn's best of cheer.

 

But none of all this beauty

Which floods the earth and air

Is unto me the secret;

Which makes September fair.

 

'Tis a thing of why I remember;

To names it thrills me yet:

One day of one September

I never can forget.

 

~~~~~~~~~Helen Hunt Jackson from Poems That Live Forever

 

Through my life there have been many memories in September, including days of starting school and days of sending to school: new paper, new books, new pencils, new looks.

Methinks I have way too many projects going on right now. Many new starts.

 

New start on Battle Hymn of the Republic by Little House Needleworks

 

 

I'm using the recommended linen from the pattern.

 

 

And starting in the middle with DMC 611--drab brown. Alot of drab brown it seems until I get to the beautiful colors at the top and bottom.

 

 

 

Abbie thinks so too.

 

 

 

Yep, this is LHN's finished pic on their sampler pattern. I hope to find or get someone to make a frame just like this one, as I love the model frame here.

 

The colors are pretty. I usually start at the top left of a design but I started in the middle with this one.

 

Whatever new starts in life you are presented with and with whatever direction you take, I hope and wish you peace and love!

 

Till later,

Jennifer

 



Thursday Thoughts

The Foggy Mountains

It’s rainy and cold outside,
So much I need to say

I keep a lot of things in my heart

So people don’t turn away.

Sometimes I let it out in words

So they will understand

What it’s like to live each day

In an unpromised land.

I read, I stitch, I play music,

In hopes to ease my mind

Of what the fog brings me

From time to time.

Every day brings on joy and challenges

The difference is really a choice

To grab a hold of the joy

And leave the rest unvoiced.

So, look at the mountains

And what they really do tell

The rains from the Heavens

And the fog from the Hell.

Choosing the rain from the Heavens

Is what I plan to do

And whatever it takes in life

to simply see me through.

The mountains teach us lessons

We all could follow well

If we only could see through the fog

Of the rest, we would call our Hell.

On brighter days when sunshine

beam down from the Heavens bright

I remember who made me intricately

and who will always hold me tight.

Just like the mountains that stand tall,

firm, and resistent

I will live my life in the sunshine

and not choose the distance.

~~~~Jennifer

A Week before Christmas and all through the house

The Week Before Christmas

A week before Christmas and all through the house;
many creatures are stirring, even the cats.
 They swing on the front door wreath to get a peak in.
And make us laugh in humor to wonder what's next from them.

We cooked Christmas cookies and sprinkled them with sugar
in hopes that our week is sweet and filled with splendor
The Christmas cards are all addressed to special people
and waiting to go to the post office, then off to the church with a steeple.

yes, church on Christmas Eve is a special blessing indeed.
For we remember what the true meaning of Christmas will bring.
Each year we are reminded of true blessings in all forms
That lead us to promises and hope for much more.

We don't necessarily wish for things for they
are really not the meaning of this holiday
We wish for peace and harmony within
our true friends hearts and those who try to win.

For all of us really want to be close to our Maker
and praise Him for what He has done, even if through baking
Baking kind gifts to acquaintances and friends
fills my heart with the true gift of Christmas.

In this late hour, my Abigail is restless
but hopeful for a better 2012 that's blessed
She is a true companion with unconditional love
the kind that God wants us all to spread to the ones we love

If ever you don't believe in Angels oh so near,
read the Christmas story and I can testify they are here.
Some are busy and some are not
But all in all, it's what we got

To protect us, guide us, and send good cheer
At a time, a precious time, of the end of the year
To all my friends both far and near
Remember the angels said not to fear

For baby Jesus was born in a manger to share
all His love for all of us, even those who do not care.
He's forgiving in that way, which makes him more special
For forgiveness was born, to help us with protection.

So as you start the week before Christmas
think of all that God has done for you
And anyone's Christmas is a glad time that is due.
After many trials and tribulations that are promised to endure
It started with one baby who's birthday is pure.

by Jennifer Dalenberg

Happy Sunday soon to end and hoping you had a great one!

There's No Place Like Home--sampler for Christmas

There's No Place Like Home

copyright 2011

designed by Jennifer A Dalenberg

Feathers in the Nest

christmas ornie 2011

colors suggested:

DMC 355

936

680 dark old gold

640 very dark beige gray

420 dark hazelnut brown

801 Dark coffee brown

3865 Winter White

3078 Very light golden yellow

355 Dark Terra Cotto

936 Very dark Advocado Green

size 85 x 86

 I'm so dreaming of a white Christmas, are you?  It's soooo much closer than I realized. As I came into town and saw the Christmas decor already up yesterday, it was an eye-opener and a soothing reminder of Christ's birthday soon to be celebrated.

The old fireplace is cozy and warm while North Georgia is getting a cooler front today.

Brrrr......

There are still quite a few gold and orange leaves on trees and the window view is awesome!

On another more somber note, I just ask that if you can, to keep my father in your prayers. Without going into details, he just needs to be lifted up for healing. He is scheduled to have a major procedure and hospitalized for 10 days, and long recovery. Please pray for him.

Sometimes I don't understand why just when we get our lives reconnected, things happen like this, but I do believe and know that God is in charge of all of us and knows what we don't and will take us THROUGH these times. It's these times that help us grow stronger I'm sure and whatever happens is made by the greatest Designer in the world.

He knows our design call life before we ever do.

My father and I have had times where we didn't see eye to eye but the past is past and this year we have reconnected. I can remember some very pivotal points in my life where he was always there.

One was when I was ever sick or had surgery. No matter what. When I woke from anesthesia he was there.

I remember once he came over years ago after my son died and read a plague I had on the wall, a wooden one and said to always remember that and he really, really liked it.

And boy, oh boy have I had to go reread it through the years when things sometimes made no sense to me.

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving

Between my Lord and me

I cannot choose the colors

He worketh steadily

Offtimes He weaveth sorrow

And I in foolish pride.

Forget He sees the upper

And I, the underside.

Not till the loom is silent And the shuttles cease to fly

Shall God unroll the canvas

And explain the reason why.

The dark threads are as needful

in the Weaver's skillful hand

As the threads of gold and silver

in the pattern he has planned.

~~~~Grant Collfax Tullar

Onward to the day now, making some new threads.

Jennifer

About the poem and Mother Goose Day today!!!!

Today is Mother Goose Day!  My favorite is the Wise Old Owl.

I think I shared this last year and I know this is silly but while eating lunch and thumbing through a calender for amusement, I saw that today was Mother Goose Day.

The Wise Old Owl

A Wise Old Owl sat in an oak

The more he heard; the less he spoke.

The less he spoke, the more he heard

Why aren't we all like that Wise Old Bird?

I honestly want to use this in a sampler one day and have had it in my scribbles of portfolio for a long time.

And also I did find the info on the poem The Weaver here:

http://www.writersontheloose.com/writers/mk/index.cfm?story=32559

and it will give you the author and a little info about it. It certainly is interesting especially for any stitcher to relate to. It would make a lovely sampler verse. I believe there is a copyright on it though....would have to look into that.  I love poetry too! 

Thank you for the lovely comments! I do so enjoy reading them and they are the brightest spot of my day.

Hope your Sunday is going well. Had a good lunch at Nacoochee Grill in Sautee, Ga. A lovely French country salad, a glass of wine, and wheat bread. Very soothing, so much that I napped when I got home! ;)

Now to conquer one more load of laundry........

Jennifer

Welcome May and Happy Sun Day

Good morning, God!

It's another month, May.

I can't help but be reminded of this poem I have had on a plaque for 26 years.

I wonder what color threads He has planned today?

The Weaver

My life is but a weaving,

between my God and me,

I do not choose the colors,

He worketh steadily.

Ofttimes he weaveth sorrow,

and I in foolish pride

Forget He sees the upper,

and I the underside.

Not till the loom is silent,

and the shuttles cease to fly,

Will God unroll the canvas,

and explain the reasons why

The dark threads are as needful

in the skillful weaver's hand

As threads of gold and silver

in the pattern He has planned.

Sunday Reflections

The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost



Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.

Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-

I took the one less traveled by,

And that has made all the difference.

Words of wisdom given to me from a co-worker physician in 1995 and has stuck in my heart forever.

Sunday morning Sunshine

Field thoughts to me are happiness and joy,

While I can lie upon the pleasant grass,

And track some little path and so employ

My mind in trifles, pausing as I pass

The little wildflower clumps by, nothing nursed

But dews and sunshine and impartial rain;

And welcomingly to quinch my Summer thirst

I bend by the flaggy dyke to gain

Dewberries so delicious to the taste;

And then I wind the flag-fringed meadow lake

And mark the pike plunge with unusual haste

Through waterweeds and many a circle make,

While bursts of happiness from Heaven fall;

There all hopes: her fields are free to all.

~~John Clare

I found this little tiny card yesterday in an antique store and it had the prettiest poem on the back.

 Hope you enjoy as the sunshine here is already 85 degrees.  Weatherman says at least 10 days of hot weather with very little chance of rain each day. I do count my blessings that living in the mountains tends to have cooler nights even when the days are hot.

My mind in trifles, pausing as I pass........

Have you ever gotten into~~~~

Have you ever had a really serious situation that has been long-term, wear-you-down, how-did-I get-here-again, kind of situations and wondered HUH?

Well, I've been through quite a few, some serious, some not-so serious but unhealthy, and some just plain toxic throughout my whole life and find strength in books and words of wisdom, encouragement from friends and God.

First, I know this has nothing to do with stitching, it's just something that I would like to share because we all are human and also stitchers so if it helps one person, it's purpose was served.

I pull this out on a piece of paper frequently. It was given to me as I was recovering from my first marriage which was, well let's say toxic, and I was still walking in circles.

Thank God above, I got out of it.

But it doesn't have to be something to that extreme. It can be just a simple habit. I have several habits I would love " to kick" but it's sooooo hard.

Anyway, you may have heard of this before. A year after I had this and tucked it away for safe keeping for many recollections, someone gave me the name of a book from whence it came.

It's an older book but has some great information in it if you are feeling in a slump, like some days I do and wonder why this or why that when you find something is not working out well.

I think there are a few of us out there in the world. I have read through this at different points here and there. I hope you find it helpful.

Autobiography in Five Short Chapters

by Portia Nelson

found in book entitled Healing the Child Within by Charles Whitfield, MD 

1) I walk, down the street.

        There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

        I fall in.

        I am lost......I am hopeless.

            It isn't my fault.

       It takes forever to find a way out.

2)  I walk down the same street.

          There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

          I pretend I don't see it.

          I fall in again.

I can't believe I am in the same place.

         But, it isn't my fault.

It still takes a long time to get out.

3)  I walk down the same street.

           There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

           I see it is there.

           I still fall in......it's a habit.

                   My eyes are open

                   I know where I am.

      It is my fault.

      I get out immediately.

4) I walk down the same street.

            There is a deep hole in the sidewalk.

            I walk around it.

5) I walk down another street.

Just some thought for your Tuesday............