a seat for you at the rodeo (and i've got every slow dance saved)

Second graders are funny. Also, a little noisy and wiggly because it was the first Monday after Spring Break; three break downs and some raised voices, but still. The high point was quizzing the kids about states and one of them telling me that the nickname for Texas was "The Lonely Star State". *cracks up*

Have kind of a headache now and had anxiety stomach issues after I got home. Good times. But there is new Bones (they are so cute! I heart Bones/Booth banter to death. Even though Zach is kind of overly awkward, but still. Cuuuute, all of them. Especially Sweets' girlfriend, who is great.) and then I might watch the rest of Labyrinth and start some laundry.

OMG, had to break in with laughter at ( mild spoilers for recent new Bones ep. )

I went to bed mildly late (midnightish) last night, so hopefully tonight will be earlier so I forstall the afternoon energy lag. Whee.

And apparently CTY needs a Science instructor in town over the summer. Hey, I could do that! XD

April!poem

They Have Not Seen The Stars
Ray Bradbury

They have not seen the stars,
Not one, not one
Of all the creatures on this world
In all the ages since the sands first touched the wind
Not one, not one,
No beast of all the beasts has stood
On meadowland or plain or hill
And known the thrill of looking at those fires;
Our soul admires what they, oh, they, have never known.
Five billion years have flown in turnings of the spheres
But not once in all those years
Has lion, dog, or bird that sweeps the air
Looked there, oh, look. Looked there, ah God, the stars;
Oh, look, look there!
It is as if all time had never been,
Or universe or sun or moon or simple morning light.
Their tragedy was mute and blind, and so remains. Our sight?
Yes, ours? To know now what we are.
But think of it, then choose -now, which?
Born to raw Earth, inhabiting a scene
And all of it, no sooner viewed, erased, gone blind
As if these miracles had never been.
Vast circlings of sounding light, of fire and frost,
And all so quickly seen then quickly lost?
Or us, in fragile flesh, with God's new eyes
That lift and comprehend and search the skies?
We watch the seasons drifting in the lunar tide
And know the years, remembering what's died.


It's a very SGA poem, I feel, what with the stars and all. And it aches, in a way that I feel Atlantis would appreciate.