Thursday, March 8, 2007

Que Sera, Sera

(although, google translator makes that "Ce qui sera..."

I'm hoping that what will be, is a trip to the bank to make an Avon deposit, a quick stop for milk and bread, and an afternoon of Pottery Pleasure.

But first, I must get the boy's lunch ready on a plate in case I'm late getting home from the bank. I must get the meatloaf and potatoes ready in the oven, and set the oven so it cooks supper... wash the breakfast dishes? Dust the living room?

To reach the summits of sublime one must often pass through the mire of mundane.

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