Wednesday, August 30, 2006

Mourning Joy

Good Mourning, Widows!

Joy to you and me!

Today's quote is from E. B. White's, Charlotte's Web.

"...Life in the barn was very good--night and day, winter and summer, spring and fall, dull days and bright days. It was the best place to be, thought Wilbur, this warm delicious cellar, with the garrulous geese, the changing seasons, the heat of the sun, the passage of swallows, the nearness of rats, the sameness of sheep, the love of spiders, the smell of manure, and the glory of everything.

Wilbur never forgot Charlotte. Although he loved her children and grandchildren dearly, none of the new spiders ever quite took her place in his heart. She was in a class by herself. It is not often that someone comes along who is a true friend..."

Yeah, Wilbur, er, E. B., I think I know how you feel about Ed, er, I mean Charlotte.

Today, after we think of Him, let's do the Charlotte thing. Let's write. Even if it's one word.

Today's Mourning Joy:

Q: If you drop a yellow hat in the Red Sea, what does it become?

A: Wet.

Submitted by Anna Bass-Anderson

Have a Joyful day! And remember: We're not alone.


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