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NOTE TO SELF:

When making granola bars, add the chocolate chips to the granola after the boiling butter-sugar mixture.

I never said I was a clever foodie.

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A poem for Poetry Month. I think I shall post poets in pairs. :D If I manage to get my ass in gear, perhaps the next two will be Graveworthy sonnets. Otherwise, thou shalt have Dickenson.

Thanks to [info]sophie_spence who had this stashed in her journal and linked me (for some reason I only had the first stanza in my files). It's a lovely piece about finding your own way in the world. I'm cutting this one because it's rather long.

"Have a Good Time"
WH Auden

"We have brought you," they said, "a map of the country;
Here is the line that runs to the vats,
This patch of green on the left is the wood,
We've pencilled an arrow to point out the bay.
No thank you, no tea; why look at the clock.
Keep it? Of course. It goes with our love.

"We shall watch your future and send our love.
We lived for years, you know, in the country.
Remember at week-ends to wind up the clock.
We've wired to our manager at the vats.
The tides are perfectly safe in the bay,
But whatever you do don't go to the wood.

"There's a flying trickster in that wood,
And we shan't be there to help with our love.
Keep fit by bathing in the bay,
You'll never catch fever then in the country.
You're sure of a settled job at the vats
If you keep their hours and live by the clock."

He arrived at last; it was time by the clock.
He crossed himself as he passed the wood;
Black against evening sky the vats
Brought tears to his eyes as he thought of their love;
Looking out over the darkening country,
He saw the pier in the little bay.

At the week-ends the divers in the bay
Distracted his eyes from the bandstand clock;
When down with fever and in the country
A skein of swans above the wood
Caused him no terror; he came to love
The moss that grew on the derelict vats.

And he has met sketching at the vats
Guests from the new hotel in the bay;
Now, curious, following his love,
His pulses differing from the clock,
Finds consummation in the wood
And sees for the first time the country.

Sees water in the wood and trees by the bay.
Hears a clock striking near the vats:
"This is your country and the hour of love."

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Okay, House. You're off warning. I'm watching you, though.

1. I'm not sure I really understand the whole vacation thing. Was he really wanting to take a vacation? Did we ever figure out why? Why does the barest mention of turtles make me laugh? These are the questions, people.

2. Honestly, that photo of Chase? Does not make him glow. It makes him look like a moron trying to decide whether he wants the hot wings or the mild wings at the buffet, while ten people pile up behind him and try to reach around him for the pasta.

3. This episode seems to be getting back into the swing of things; it was snappier and less annoying than the last few, at least in my opinion. House pretending to be Cuddy, Cameron wigging out about House, Chase in it for the sex....ahhhh. Everything's back to normal.

3a. WHAT IS WITH ALL THE PEE. JESUS H CHRIST.

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