February’s poem

It’s by Yeats:

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When you are old and grey and full of sleep,
And nodding by the fire, take down this book,
And slowly read, and dream of the soft look
Your eyes had once, and of their shadows deep;

How many loved your moments of glad grace,
And loved your beauty with love false or true,
But one man loved the pilgrim soul in you,
And loved the sorrows of your changing face;

And bending down beside the glowing bars,
Murmur, a little sadly, how Love fled
And paced upon the mountains overhead
And hid his face amid a crowd of stars.
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After the Super Bowl, Samuel wanted to listen to Taylor Swift.


Taylor: “She wears short skirts, I wear t-shirts …”

Samuel: “I wear t-shirts. And underwear.”

Yes, he does.

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Karin & I spent our Valentine’s outing (yesterday) getting haircuts and eating at Hacienda. Most years, we eat in the mall food court, so this was a step up.

Wheel, Jeopardy!, and How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days played on TV in the restaurant.

I really love Karin.