Do you know the poem about the day of the week a child is born? The following from Wikipedia is supposed to be the common “modern version:”
Monday's child is fair of face,
Tuesday's child is full of grace.
Wednesday's child is full of woe,
Thursday's child has far to go.
Friday's child is loving and giving,
Saturday's child works hard for a living.
And the child born on the Sabbath day
Is bonny and blithe, good and gay.
Both Thomas and Maredith are Tuesday’s children. I am a Thursday’s child, and if my lifetime of travels and moves is any indication…well, no argument could be made against the fairness of the prediction of having “far to go.”
Still, as of August 4, 2021, just how much further I would be going was thrown into question. I haven’t written much about my health in my blog…heck, truth is I haven’t written much about anything in my blog for a few years now, but since that date it’s practically been the sound of crickets. Well, time to make a 180° change!
I hesitate to call this about-face a New Year’s resolution, but the timing is too close not to recognize the connection. And I know that resolutions are easier to keep if one eases into motion (hence, starting a few weeks before a new year begins) and if one doesn’t bite off more than one can chew at once (hence, limiting my posts to once a week).
And, for that one day/week for my posting…looping back around to the poem…I’ve decided on Thursdays.
Well…it’s a Thursday, 4 weeks before 2024 arrives…so, here we go…again.
===== Photos are this year’s knitted rose ornament for the tree (something I’ve been doing for several years now), modeled on our At Last floribunda rose…which you see Rowan sniffing.
