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To RG3 or Not to RG3?

Okay, Peter, the Sassistas! will bite.  

As some of you know, we've been "slowing down" or "leave-taking" or . . . (someday we'll be able to write about it but not now because it requires WAY too much emotional energy) . . . but bless you, Peter, who asked this question in a comment on our last post:  

Is RGIII going to put it together today?

The question requires no sacred energy or anti-depressants to answer which means we're posting about it! We also must confess that we don't really care if RGIII can put it together today, especially because we are spending a hellavu lot of time putting ourselves together right now . . . but treesta is coming over to watch the game in less than an hour (our first house guest in six weeks) and she LOVES, LOVES, LOVES the Redskins, so we're making our Bloody Sunday Marys EXTRA Bloody (or EXTRA Sunday), so we can pretend to care.  Besides, Flann's beloved Steelers are ALSO winless as are Matissta's beloved Giants. 

So all around it's just pathetic, but back to Peter's question . . . Is RGIII going to put it together today?

We'll be posting comments in real time!

 

 

 

Slowing Down

I don't often get the chance any longer
to go out alone in the green canoe
and, lying in the bottom of the boat,
just drift where the breeze takes me,
down to the other end of the lake
or into some cove without my knowing
because I can't see anything over
the gunwales but sky as I lie there,
feeling the ribs of the boat as my own,
this floating pod with a body inside it ...

also a mind, that drifts among clouds
and the sounds that carry over water—
a flutter of birdsong, a screen door
slamming shut—as well as the usual stuff
that clutters it, but slowed down, opened up,
like the fluff of milkweed tugged
from its husk and floating over the lake,
to be mistaken for mayflies at dusk
by feeding trout, or be carried away
to a place where the seeds might sprout.

-- "Green Canoe" by Jeffrey Harrison, from Feeding the Fire