WHEN I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay
To keep me happy all the day.
And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in fleets
All up and down among the sheets;
Or brought my trees and houses out,
And planted cities all about.
I was the giant great and still
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.
When I took the above picture in NM. When I saw this, all I cound think of was a child's poem, The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson.
Today is Sunday and I am typing this as we drive down I-40, because I am finally able to use a phone line for 15 minutes tonight, I think. hope hope It doesn't take much to make me happy folks. We are in Arkansas and very glad to be out of Oklahoma. We has spent the last week dodging thunderstorms hail, flooding andf tornadoes. I honestly don't know how these people deal with it day after day. We never turned off our weather alert radio even when we slept. One morning it went off at 3:30AM. Good Lord. Catch you all later. Hey I forgot, what's going on with the Journal Picks again. I hear they are at it again. Been there, done that!