I do not want a plain box,

I want a sarcophagus With tigery stripes, and a face on it

Round as the moon, to stare up.

I want to be looking at them when they come

Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.

I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.

Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.

I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.

They will wonder if I was important. -Sylvia Plath, "Last Words"
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Memorial Day. School's out (almost - two make-up days for the swine flu closings). Summer is on it's way. Cloudy outside. Haley is planning a party this evening with friends - cookout. Hope it doesn't get rained out. I have no plans. Appointment this afternoon, but, after that - who knows...Haley & Rebel are sleeping in. Rebel was awake & barking @ 6:45 AM. Woke both Haley & I. Thought he wanted to goou, but no! Finally figured out that his water bowl was empty. He got a drink, climbed back into bed under the covers and went to sleep. What a goof!