Composition In Yellow

The Glass Eye

A man who lived in a block of apartments thought it
was raining and put his head out the window to check.
As he did so, to his great surprise, a glass eye fell
into his hand. He looked up to see where it cam
from in time to see a young woman looking down.
"Is this yours?" he asked. She said, "Yes, could
you bring it up?" and the man agreed.

On arrival she was profuse in her thanks and offered
the man a drink. As she was very attractive he agreed.
Shortly afterwards she said, "I'm about to have dinner.
There's plenty; would you like to join me?" He
readily accepted her offer and they enjoyed a lovely
meal. As the evening progressed, an attraction grew
between them. When the evening was drawing to a
close the lady said, "I've had amarvelous evening.
I want to get into something more comfortable.
Would you like to stay the night?"

The man hesitated then said, "Do you act like this with
every man you meet?"

"Oh no," she replied, with a wink, "only those who catch my eye."

(Author: unknown)

The Last Snowball

Read Ralph Murre's poem "Snow!" (link to his blog: "Arem Arvinson") and then come back to this page.

Unfortunately, I didn't have a plaid, woolen grandpa, with a steel shovel. At least not one that I ever got to meet. But I do have some fine memories of snow. And mischief. Ralph's poem inspired me to jot one down in the form of the story, The Last Snowball.

January photos

Woosh! January is gone, but even in that bleak month I found something worthwhile to post on the OKO photo gallery (follow "oko" link in right colum).