I have my new leg-warmers on, and just had some of Julia Child’s boeuf Bourguignon delivered to our doorstep (as well as soup and salad for tomorrow’s lunch). So all is well, despite the 40-degree temperatures in our spare room, and despite another Monday. And here’s my E.E. Cummings for the day—
“may I be I is the only prayer—not may I be great or good or beautiful or wise or strong.”
Those other things would naturally be welcome too, but I think in the end they come out of the first, if one just goes on in one’s nice leg-warmers and dances to one’s own drum-beat, taiko or calypso or otherwise.
image: baby leg warmers, cutiepiegoodies