Skipping - Sweet Creek Moon

The rhythm knocks my socks off.

And–I love (as in I could listen to it all day) the sound of the rope clickity-clicking on the floor.

[I wanted to be a Double Dutch jumper/skipper champion when I grew up–which was just last week.]

This kind of skipping is rather fabulous.

skip noun

1 a: a light bounding step

b: a gait composed of alternating hops and steps

Seriously.

This kind of skipping isn’t nearly as fabulous–but happens.

skip transitive verb

1 a: to pass over without notice or mention : omit <skipped her name>
b: to pass by or leave out (a step in a progression or series)

It may have slipped by unnoticed–but I skipped yesterday’s post.

If I had not been bereft of a single, solitary particulate of energy, I would have posted about a series of books I am reading.

On the chance that I will lose friends and un-influence people, I will continue.

Lemony Snicket’s Series of Unfortunate Events.

It’s rather perfect for reading in October.

The thirteen books are cleverly written, unbearably imaginative, and captivating.

And a quick read.

Warning: beware lest you read them too quickly and miss out on anything.

Happy BeLaTeD October 15th.

[If you heard this in the voice that I hear it when I read it, you would read it. ~grin~ Maybe you will anyway.]

“I will love you with no regard to the actions of our enemies or the jealousies of actors. I will love you with no regard to the outrage of certain parents or the boredom of certain friends. I will love you no matter what is served in the world’s cafeterias or what game is played at each and every recess. I will love you no matter how many fire drills we are all forced to endure, and no matter what is drawn upon the blackboard in blurry, boring chalk. I will love you no matter how many mistakes I make when trying to reduce fractions, and no matter how difficult it is to memorize the periodic table.

“I will love you no matter what your locker combination was, or how you decided to spend your time during study hall…I will love you if I never see you again, and I will love you if I see you every Tuesday. I will love you if you cut your hair and I will love you if you cut the hair of others. I will love you if you abandon your baticeering, and I will love you if you if you retire from the theater to take up some other, less dangerous occupation. I will love you if you drop your raincoat on the floor instead of hanging it up and I will love you if you betray your father…I will love you if you abandon the theremin and take up the harmonica and I will love you if you donate your marmosets to the zoo and your tree frogs to M. I will love you as a starfish loves a coral reef and as a kudzu loves trees, even if the oceans turn to sawdust and the trees fall in the forest without anyone around to hear them. I will love you as the pesto loves the fettuccini and as the horseradish loves the miyagi, as the tempura loves the ikura and the pepperoni loves the pizza.”
–the Beatrice Letters

“It is one of life’s bitterest truths that bedtime so often arrives just when things are really getting interesting.”
― Lemony Snicket, The Grim Grotto

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