The Boxer

In the clearing stands a boxer
and a fighter by his trade
and he carries the reminders
of every glove that laid him down
or CUT HIM*
’til he cried out
in his anger and his shame,
“I am leaving, I am leaving,”
but the fighter still remains
mmm mm mmm ...

— Simon & Garfunkel

* — Toni’s favorite part

And now my headache is gone, and I credit the 3 Advil liqui-gels, the 2 Tylenol 8-hours AND the Breyer’s chocolate ice cream.

Not unlike the time at school when I had a cold/sinus infection and was thoroughly convinced that I cured it by taking a double-dose of Comtrex and drinking 8 shots of tequila**.

** — Preferably with lemon slices rather than limes

Stopped by Barnes & Noble tonight and found myself thinking, afterwards, after 2 recent visits to Borders, that, in a prize fight, Borders would KICK Barnes & Nobles’ ass ... mainly ’cause the Borders (Borderses?) that I went to had very respectable music selections.

And speakin’ of ass-kickin’ ...

Seen on a bumper-sticker this evening:

COVER YOURS
KICK THEIRS

This made me smile.

: )

Something else that made me smile, this past weekend, were a couple of posters I saw in the window of a store called Details in Indy. Unfortunately, the store was closed and did not open again until noon the next day — by which time I planned to be on the road again for my drive across the state of Illinois to attend Kameron’s birthday party.

Anyhoo, the posters contained “found hearts” — basically, heart-shaped objects and what-nots, found in nature or wherever; in fact, one of the posters was heart-shaped food items!

Check it all out. I’m gonna order me a poster or 2, maybe some cards.

Love is where you find it.

: )