Friday, January 19, 2007

If daydreaming

...is the default state of the brain, it's no surprise that my mind always wanders off. Today, as I was standing on a ladder washing walls, I began to daydream about rocks. In a comment on a recent post Rhett said "I'm glad your painting has improved and that you aren't sitting around like a rock." Of course I began to think about all the rocks sitting around here, some of which are pictured below, and wondered which rock I sit like. I can't decide.

I do know that my favourite poem in which rock sits is Shakespeare's Sonnet 55.

Not marble nor the gilded monuments
Of princes shall outlive this powerful rhyme;
But you shall shine more bright in these contents
Than unswept stone, besmear'd with sluttish time.
When wasteful war shall statues overturn,
And broils root out the work of masonry,
Nor Mars his sword nor war's quick fire shall burn
The living record of your memory.
'Gainst death and all-oblivious enmity
Shall you pace forth; your praise shall still find room,
Even in the eyes of all posterity
That wear this world out to the ending doom.
So, till the judgment that yourself arise,
You live in this, and dwell in lovers' eyes.

27 comments:

Anita Daher said...

Sigh...I so like this. Thanks, Brenda.
Nice rocks, btw.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Thanks, Anita.

This morning I'm sitting just like rock 3, but when I read that sonnet I look more like rock 10. I bet Shakespeare sat like rock 11, perfectly balanced and full of incredible lines.

Berlynn said...

Brenda, thanks so much for sharing those rock pictures. I have a few rocks around here, too, but I've never taken the time to photograph any of them. I think I'd like to do that some day, so thanks also for the idea.

Brenda Schmidt said...

The rock images remind me of school pictures. We'd line up in the gym. Some took the day very seriously. Anyhow, one year school pictures happened to be on my initiation day. So in the yearbook there I am in my Mickey Mouse costume, minus the ears. Nice.

Berlynn said...

Sounds like poor planning on the part of the school to have photos the same time as Initiation. I was The Count, from Sesame Street and actually had some fun with it. One, one cookie. Two, two cookies. LOL! Totally awed the principal's kid who would have been about 3 at the time. He just reminded me of it when I saw him last weekend.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Cool! I love The Count! That would be memorable for a little kid.

I had fun as Mickey, too. Mind you, it's not so fun looking back at that school picture. I had quite the poodle perm. What was I thinking! Yikes. I should've kept the ears on.

Brenda Schmidt said...

This little rhyme, which I'm told was trotted out when trading school pics, was just brought to my attention:

Gimme your picture
I'll keep it real nice
I'll hang it in the barn
and scare away the mice.

Ariel Gordon said...

Is initiation some SK thing I really don't want to know about, involving branding, secret handshakes, and deep knee bends?

Brenda Schmidt said...

What, you didn't have initiation in Winnipeg, the great capital of slurpies!!! I'm shocked. Totally shocked. Initiation was the greatest day of high school!

Ariel Gordon said...

You still haven't explained what the crap it is...

GM said...

It's when the seniors make the freshmen run around the track with marshmallows under their armpits and then eat them. In particularly cruel jurisdictions Swirlies, Rear Admirals, Nurples, and the dreaded Tea Bag may also be involved.

What a sheltered life you've lived, Ariel...

Paula Jane said...

You know I have to say it.

You rock. *g*

Rhett said...

I am darn inspiring. Also, I know a few poets with this problem:

besmear'd with sluttish time.

Or perhaps, it is all the poets I know. Mostly Regina ones though. They get lonely :D

Brenda Schmidt said...

Yep, Ariel, initiation is exactly how G describes it. Though I don't want to know what the Rear Admiral or the Tea Bag is about. Our school was nice and tame. And we didn't do the marshmallow thing. Yuck. Mind you, I really don't remember what we did. My clearest memory is of our bus driver's face on initiation day each year. Seeing him smile at the ridiculous outfits.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Rhett!! That's terrible.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Ha! Funny, Paula Jane.

Ariel Gordon said...

I suppose a lack of...quasi-sexual hazing rituals...could be considered one of the disadvantages of french immersion.

Brenda Schmidt said...

French immersion! Cool. I didn't know that. Are you fluent?

Ariel Gordon said...

Sort of kind of.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Hm. Good enough. I'll put you on my list of other-than-English speakers. Never know when I'll be faced with a menu I can't read. It's long been my goal to learn how to say the word cake in various languages.

GM said...

French immersion? Isn't that the one where the senior makes the freshman... oh, you mean something else...

Brenda Schmidt said...

Oh my...

Come to think of it, we didn't use the term freshmen in our school. H says they didn't in his school either.

Ariel Gordon said...

gateau

Brenda Schmidt said...

Uh, did you just call me a chair?

Ariel Gordon said...

gateau gateau

Rhett said...

You might not think this of Brenda but if you look really closely her neck is a pinkish-red.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Ariel, yer hired!

And Rhett's is a Rhett neck.