Not really a poetry guy, but I love this anonymous work, The Indispensable Man.  📚

Sometime when you’re feeling important;
Sometime when your ego’s in bloom;
Sometime when you take it for granted,
You’re the best qualified in the room:
Sometime when you feel that your going,
Would leave an unfillable hole,
Just follow these simple instructions,
And see how they humble your soul.

Take a bucket and fill it with water,
Put your hand in it up to the wrist,
Pull it out and the hole that’s remaining,
Is a measure of how much you’ll be missed.
You can splash all you wish when you enter,
You may stir up the water galore,
But stop, and you’ll find that in no time,
It looks quite the same as before.

The moral of this quaint example,
Is to do just the best that you can,
Be proud of yourself but remember,
There’s no indispensable man.

Why has it taken me so long to appreciate the quiet subtltey of the BBC Word News broadcast? Nice break from the shout-a-thon that CNN has become.

For some reason I always seem to work harder on the weekends in the summer. So today, Monday, I am eating mac and cheese and playing Zelda all afternoon.

I may be doing this wrong.

Picked up The Corn Maiden and Other Nightmares by Joyce Carol Oates again. I went through a few of the stories in it last year, but am feeling the draw to return to some short story reading for a while.

Blue skies, blue grass music and beers. What more can you ask for on a summer Saturday afternoon. [Old Sturbridge Village Craft Brew & Music Festival]