Positively Puzzled

What's lighter and more airy than a butterfly in flight? The answer is its shadow in a dance of golden light.

Meera announced to me on Saturday, March 1st, that the first documents for initiating her divorce from me are ready and she needs me to go up to Union City to sign them. It breaks my heart. I love her as much as I did when I fell in love with her more than 17 years ago. I love our family and it breaks my heart to see it torn apart this way. It has been a grueling 16 months. I feel I did all I could to reconcile with her and repair our marriage, but, from what I can tell, her resolve to end it was sure and unwavering from the day she asked for a separation in October 2012. Meera is moving on with her life, but will continue to share the parenting responsibilities with me. I will continue to do what I can to support her and encourage her when that is welcomed by her and appropriate. I also resolve to give her the space and distance, and try not to impinge on her peace of mind, her freedom to live her life, and fulfill herself according to her needs and desires. ...

The day began with Julian still asleep, With thirteen minutes till his bus was due. I thought, because his slumber was so deep, Attempts to get him up just would not do. And, being one who likes to take his time To shower, dress, and look his very best To send him out unkempt would be a crime: Perhaps I’ll let him sleep and get his rest. But no, I said, “Wake up!” and gave a poke Then went to brew some coffee for us two, While he, my son once bidden to awake, awoke; His preparations in a flash were through.    "So I don’t miss the bus, Dad, would you drive?”    Well played, he was the first one to arrive. This actually happened this morning, every word is true, except some of the quotes aren't strictly verbatim.  Julian, who is 14 and has recently developed a taste for black coffee in the morning, has to get to the bus stop by 7:00.  I woke up at 6:44 a.m. I woke him up at 6:47.  I googled for a clock reading that time. Found a...

Fill thy dishwasher while ye may,  Old dishes molder green:  And these same saucers that smell today  Tomorrow will shine clean.   I'm going to be late for work, but at least I'll come home to clean dishes and counter space. I poked n stroked till my wrist got numb An you know I heard some dish-washer humm