1/11: meeting up

...with a poem I remember from my childhood.  Instead of getting a page-a-day art calendar, I bought myself A Poem for Every Day of the Year, and today's offering was a Robert Frost poem that I remember from a grade-school reader.  I can even picture the illustration that was in the textbook:  a crow in motion amid snow shaken from a tree.

And another good thing:  Emma the Cat realizing--as soon as we walked in the door at lunchtime--that we had brought french fries home.  He loves them, so I gave him a few, and it made me happy to see him so happy.