It's now not the 3rd of January--2001- any more. Our Audubon Society clock just did it's Northern Mockingbird imitation which means that it's 1:00 AM and not Carol's and my 34th anniversary any longer. We spent the time today thinking about love and change and all the great beauteous and heavy stuff that's happened for and to us in those fleeting moments we call years and decades. And the notes of the mockingbird seemed to me to be just about the perfect symbol for the topic of this good thread---and a grand way to end our perfact day. Mockingbirds grab the songs just like we do---and then they regurgiresurrect (Nice word, huh? I made it up recently for a poem.) the music for any who might be passing by to hear and maybe take it for their own. I suspect that's what we all have more or less been striving to do all along.

I'm gonna save this thread on a floppy I think.

Onward -- and now to get some sleep.

Art and Carol Thieme