I’m feeling particularly pensive tonight. I haven’t written in a while and it seems like life has been an uphill journey recently. I came home to do some dishes, doing dishes can be very therapeutic for me when I’m in the right mood. The words of a Longfellow poem I liked in college have been flowing through my mind and I think I will post a couple of the stanzas. TELL me not, in mournful numbers,
Life is but an empty dream ! —
For the soul is dead that slumbers,
And things are not what they seem. Life is real ! Life is earnest!
And the grave is not its goal ;
Dust thou art, to dust returnest,
Was not spoken of the soul. Not enjoyment, and not sorrow,
Is our destined end or way ;
But to act, that each to-morrow
Find us farther than to-day. Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And our hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave. Let us, then, be up and doing,
With a heart for any fate ;
Still achieving, still pursuing,
Learn to labor and to wait. - Henry Wadsworth Longfellow Now on a lighter note… I dare you to show me any interesting male who wouldn’t be pleased to have a name that included the words “Wadsworth” and “Longfellow.” Just think, all your guy friends could call you “Waddi” and all the girls would call you “handsome.” That’s enough for now, it’s time for bed. Your friend, Handsome Pepe’ Longfellow Waddi and his wife Fanny – coolest names ever!   | 
I have to say it, I miss these days.
