Mo Farah; strolling; July’s poem

Here is stunning news concerning one of the world’s great athletes:

“Sir Mo Farah reveals he was trafficked into the UK using another child’s name.”

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Today’s weather was on the cool side. I did two strolls of forty-plus minutes: one with Daniel and Samuel, and one with Daniel, Samuel, and Karin.

Samuel now owns a pair of sunglasses that he wears during his strolls and car rides. When he wants to leave the house, he puts on his glasses and asks to head out to “the church” – his all-purpose term for the store, the park, etc.

Daniel’s head flops around too freely in the stroller. Today’s first stroll put him to sleep; he leaned forward, his head dangling over his chest. His little legs seem to have been sunburned.

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This month’s poem, by Kate Bush, is “Wow.”

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We’re all alone on the stage tonight
We’ve been told we’re not afraid of you
We know all our lines so well, uh-huh
We’ve said them so many times
Time and time again
Line and line again

Ooh, yeah, you’re amazing
We think you’re incredible
You say we’re fantastic
But still we don’t head the bill

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Unbelievable!
Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Unbelievable!

When the actor reaches his death
You know it’s not for real: he just holds his breath
But he always dives too soon, too fast to save himself
He’ll never make the screen
He’ll never make the Sweeney
Be that movie queen
He’s too busy hitting the Vaseline

Ooh, yeah, you’re amazing
We think you are really cool
We’d give you a part, my love
But you’d have to play the fool

Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Unbelievable!
Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Wow! Unbelievable!

We’re all alone on the stage tonight
We’re all alone
On the stage
Tonight
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I’ve had job interviews like this one.