Waiting has never been easy for me. My birthday is in January and as a child I waited FOREVER for the holidays and my birthday to roll around each year. Then, almost without taking a breath they were over and again the never ending WAITING!
My iphone changed all that. Now waiting is a chance to catch up, to check the weather, and play games. It's a happy break from work, life, laundry and the occasional kitty hair balls.
How do you wait?
-Q
Friday, January 27, 2012
Saturday, December 31, 2011
Auld Lang Syne
As the last day of 2011 draws to a close, the words of the familiar Auld Lang Syne came to mind. [Auld lang syne comes to us from Scotland meaning "old long ago." ]
Here is the text from a poem by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796).
Whatever the version, remembrance is key; A nod to the old and ahead to the new.
-Q
Here is the text from a poem by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796).
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
and never brought to mind?
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
and auld lang syne?
Chorus:
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
For auld lang syne, my dear,
for auld lang syne,
we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely ye’ll be your pint-stowp!
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
And surely I’ll be mine!
And we’ll tak a cup o’ kindness yet,
for auld lang syne.
We twa hae run about the braes,
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
and pou’d the gowans fine;
But we’ve wander’d mony a weary fit,
sin’ auld lang syne.
We twa hae paidl’d in the burn,
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
frae morning sun till dine;
But seas between us braid hae roar’d
sin’ auld lang syne.
And there’s a hand, my trusty fiere!
And gies a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.
Another poem by Sir Robert Ayton (1570 - 1638) appears more romantically inclined.
And gies a hand o’ thine!
And we’ll tak a right gude-willie-waught,
for auld lang syne.
Another poem by Sir Robert Ayton (1570 - 1638) appears more romantically inclined.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot,
And never thought upon,
The flames of love extinguished,
And freely past and gone?
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold
In that loving breast of thine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old-long-syne.
And never thought upon,
The flames of love extinguished,
And freely past and gone?
Is thy kind heart now grown so cold
In that loving breast of thine,
That thou canst never once reflect
On old-long-syne.
Whatever the version, remembrance is key; A nod to the old and ahead to the new.
-Q
Monday, December 19, 2011
Peter's Perfect Picture - 1st round voting closed
... and now we wait. Peter's Perfect Picture garnered over 200 votes in the online picture book contest. On January 31, 2012, MeeGenius will announce the stories to be fully illustrated and advanced to the finals round.
Whatever the outcome, please accept many, many thanks for your votes and encouragement in this project.
Happy holidays,
-Q
Whatever the outcome, please accept many, many thanks for your votes and encouragement in this project.
Happy holidays,
-Q
Friday, December 16, 2011
Free ebook
Get a free ebook from the MeeGenius site until Dec. 18th. While there, read my picture book contest entry and vote. http://www.meegenius.com/challenge/peters-perfect-picture-by-quinn-cole
I'd appreciate your comments on the story too.
Happy holidays!
-Q
I'd appreciate your comments on the story too.
Happy holidays!
-Q
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