Saturday, May 31, 2008

My Mom had an Eddie Bauer SUV named Eddie.
Then she traded it in for an explorer, Edward.
Now she has a Volvo, named Edvard.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Alfred Lord Tennyson Selected Poems

I clicked the title thingy and it gave me an option of titles from recent google searches my family made on this computer. I chose that one because it reminds me of Dr. Pearce. (My Dad must have been looking up Crossing the Bar.)

Sunset and evening star,
And one clear call for me!
And may there be no moaning of the bar,
When I put out to sea,

But such a tide as moving seems asleep,
Too full for sound and foam,
When that which drew from out the boundless deep
Turns again home.

Twilight and evening bell,
And after that the dark!
And may there be no sadness of farewell,
When I embark;

For tho' from out our bourne of Time and Place
The flood may bear me far,
I hope to see my Pilot face to face
When I have crossed the bar.

I really miss Dr. Pearce. He planned his whole funeral. We even sang "Home on the Range" and "When the Saints Go Marching In" at his request. Sometimes I wonder if he can watch me and if his opinion of me has changed since he no longer gets the unabridged version of Lauren Rachel Greenspan. It makes me wonder what I'm like to read objectively without my defense mechanisms in play. I'm not even sure who that person is. How cliche, a nearly post-teenager questioning her identity.