Dear Blog-folk, yes, I am a widow, and yes I have a non-verbal son, and yes we lost his father in the World Trade Center, and yes we’ve had more troubles since then. Please read my blogs FAQs. It’s the weekend. We needed some levity. Gotta run, but posting this. Sorry, Bill Shakespeare. Your copyright expired, as have you.
Remember your college lit here. Hamlet’s more famous soliloquy@ http://bit.ly/1DDmCtq
To write or not to write, that is the question.
Whether ’tis nobler in the blogs of the ‘net
to write and post on a daily basis
or to take off whilst son and I take walks
and by postponing live life. To live, to write —
No more — and in nature to say it’s done
This blog, and the thousand posted words
This blog can call for. Walk’s a refreshment
Filially much desired of. The park, the snow —-
The mall — with luck the sales: oy, there’s the rub,
For in that walk with son what bills may come
When I have put aside this blasted blog,
Bills leave my purse. There’s the aspect
that brings bankruptcy from so many walks,
The BOGO trick, the one-ounce taste,
The night as day, the massage chair,
The dress that looks great on the rack,
The warmth indoors and the cold
That frigid lots and snow-glazed cars give,
When we might stay warm in our own glowing kitchen
With a warm cuppa? Who would want to edit entries,
To okay comments and type endlessly needing caffeine,
But that the fear of spending money we don’t have,
Retirement, for whose accounts
No American prepares, boggles my mind,
And makes us rather bear those ills we have
Than fly to others that we know not of?
Thus conscience does make cowards of us all,
And thus our eager anticipation of parambulation
Is put on pause by the winter’s snow banks
And kills our plans of fitness. —- Rest you all,
My friends who surf! —- Hot yoga some day,
Be all my sins remembered.
To be, or not to be–that is the question:
Whether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune
That makes calamity of so long life. ……..
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