Regarding my decision
Whose woods these are I think I know. His house is in the village though; He will not see me stopping here To watch his woods fill up with snow. My little horse must think it queer To stop without a farmhouse near Between the woods and frozen lake The darkest evening of the year. He gives his harness bells a shake To ask if there is some mistake. The only other sound's the sweep Of easy wind and downy flake. The woods are lovely, dark and deep. But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep. Robert Frost
I said NO. Details and Explanations to come soon, I am still flabbergasted on what I've found out today. I had no idea how deep this rabbit hole went.
posted by The Sandmonkey @ 7/21/2005 01:40:00 AM
11 Comments:
Sometimes analysis is paralysis--now you can run. Glad you made a decision, and hopefully you are comfortable with.
Sam, I told you I'd back you no matter what. I'm there, bud.
I would back the Sandmonkey any time. He is well up my list of "persons least likely to become cult victims". ___Sandmonkey, if you need to leave home in a hurry any time, I can always give you a refuge in England.
Good decision!! Good writing!! Once again, you've left us with a cliff-hanger.
you have a queer horse?
I'm happy for your decision!
You are so brave! Silly, but real, I have a spare room if you need it. Good Luck!
I'm sorry about what you found out, but I think you made the right choice. Now the future is yours.
Melissa, I may just take you up on that offer.
LOL
Wow, your life sounds like a soap opera. You've got me on the edge of my seat and I'm guessing, knowing you from your blog, the rest of the story can only be good. :o) Run, Forrest...er...Sam...Run!
Another Frost poem, I think, more aptly applies to this juncture of your life. Oh, how I admire your courage, Sandmonkey!
The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I --
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
-- db
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