tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post8294995151226189335..comments2024-03-21T05:30:03.220-04:00Comments on Science teacher: Communiondoylehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-25808220629552180282009-07-02T08:11:31.076-04:002009-07-02T08:11:31.076-04:00Dear John and Tracy,
Thank you for the kind words...Dear John and Tracy,<br /><br />Thank you for the kind words. <br /><br /><br />Dear Brother John,<br /><br />Your shrinking-days watch makes sense--the sunsets don't start getting earlier much before July 4th. For the two weeks surrounding the solstice, the sun hangs in the sky at dusk for about the same time. (The sunrise, though, starts getting later before the solstice.)<br /><br />Next time tell Molly what you mean--she won't get it at first, but she'll chew on it for a bit and remember it years later. <br /><br />As far as the half-empty genes, I must have gotten the other half. Blame dad. As much as mid-summer's night's passing depresses me, I get a tiny jolt of joy at the winter solstice, when the sun starts lumbering back to the north, though I suspect you do, too.<br /><br />Mom did this much for us--she kicked our butts out of the house until sunset just about every day barring monsoons. Even then we could play outside in the rain if we wanted to.doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12901661320505882735noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-19627680557029865052009-07-01T22:44:37.732-04:002009-07-01T22:44:37.732-04:00We must be brothers. Last night I stood on my back...We must be brothers. Last night I stood on my back porch and stared at an enormous cloud that billowed high enough to catch the light from the sun that had already set. I couldn't go back into the house until the cloud darkened cause I didn't want to miss the light. Last night the toggle switch flipped and I started my shrinking-days watch. (Summer usually ends for me on the Fourth of July. Something I never understood or much appreciated about myself. I think it's mom's fault. "Glass-half-empty" genes.) <br /><br />Molly -- my daughters' friend who lives next door -- asked my what I was looking at. I wanted to tell her that I was looking at the start of winter. But I told her that I thought the cloud was pretty.John Doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15609789524695323990noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-57665190921067035982009-07-01T10:05:32.995-04:002009-07-01T10:05:32.995-04:00I agree with John. Michael, that was simply beauti...I agree with John. Michael, that was simply beautiful.Tracy Rosenhttp://leadingfromtheheart.orgnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4956989639073843954.post-14595507046671929462009-06-30T23:16:56.028-04:002009-06-30T23:16:56.028-04:00I've enjoyed your rants about DC and Arne, but...I've enjoyed your rants about DC and Arne, but it's posts like this that draw me to your blog.Anonymoushttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10956056168256756705noreply@blogger.com