Scarlett was practicing coming up with alliteration for each letter of the alphabet. Here’s what she came up with for “F”. I think the drawing makes it almost like a Shel Silverstein poem.

Four filthy fat flamingos fly for freedom from five fat flies from Florida.

It can be found here, but in case it disappears, I’ve reproduced it.

Zero and her Origin

Zero, the number said to be discovered Nine times by ancient magicians, was Found again by a mysterious order of Nine modern alchemists, who built One machine after another, until finally One exploded with fascinating results. No fire emerged from its Twin engines, but instead Nine small automata crawled out, Denying the proposition that energy, Seven millenia or more in the accumulation, For most purposes, remains Ever constant, throughout the Three ages of man’s civilization.

Work begins later; Thank you white snow for falling. But why the ice too?

Life seems to be a series of waves that I ride until they crash on shore. Then I wait for the next one and have another go at it. I’m not talking about life fundamentals - those are on a much slower evolution and change much less often, but I’m talking instead about the fun things I do in my life.

Take, for example, my recent fascination with haikus. I don’t even have an event I could pinpoint as the cause. I just saw the snow and remembered how I always loved seeing it fall at night at Cornell. Then, for some reason, I thought the best way to express myself would be a haiku. Now, it seems they are coming to me for all sorts of reasons. And so it will be for a while, until they suddenly stop.

what do you do when the one thing you have been waiting for all day is denied to you? Sleep and hope that tomorrow brings better luck