tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947320675744665230.post2782924291120376845..comments2023-08-16T09:57:37.493-04:00Comments on Open, new ideas for brilliant, restless moms: When little ones kinda / sorta make your day.Sherrihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08600904912151877914noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947320675744665230.post-25212299940193243432010-10-04T11:34:08.568-04:002010-10-04T11:34:08.568-04:00Thank you, Joely! I had talked to him about writin...Thank you, Joely! I had talked to him about writing before briefly, but... I didn't have any of his work. Very nice - I may post it on Wednesday, the day we should remember him again. I think all of our kids are lucky to have known such a unique individual; someday (if not right now), they will completely get that.Sherrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08600904912151877914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947320675744665230.post-61967462809157952942010-10-04T11:05:31.609-04:002010-10-04T11:05:31.609-04:00I feel incredibly blessed to have know Carl. Thna...I feel incredibly blessed to have know Carl. Thnak you for a wonderful tribute. I thougth I would share a poem of his in your blog world. Somewhat haunting considering the circumstance surrounding his death:<br /> <br />Friction <br />Current mood: thoughtful<br />Category: Writing and Poetry <br /> <br />I love the feel of indigo denim,<br />as it roughly runs through my smooth fingers,<br />Or does it smoothly run through my rough fingers?<br /> <br />For friction is to die for.<br />No wind across my frozen face?<br />No lacquered yellow pencil clutched in my right hand?<br />No uncut, falling tresses, scratching against my brow?<br />Yes, friction is to die for.<br /> <br />The friction of life;<br />it happens where violent water<br />patiently laps away the rough ridges of rock, <br />till only the smooth stones of David remain.<br /> <br />And as those smooth stones,<br />flung from a sling, <br />strike with friction,<br />one life begins,<br />as another ends.<br /> <br />I wonder, if the skins he wore then,<br />Rubbed with friction of indigo denim.<br />Roughly against the smooth loins of youth<br />or smoothly against the rough loins<br />of his adulterous adulthood.<br /> <br />Yes, friction is to die for,<br />because friction is life living.<br /> <br />Carl William SchneiderJoelyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/05892390407301976090noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947320675744665230.post-39985596616165938932010-10-04T10:32:32.534-04:002010-10-04T10:32:32.534-04:00Nice story, Facie (I am on this morning reading th...Nice story, Facie (I am on this morning reading through documents for eventual editing, etc. - need to submit proposal and timeline this afternoon on the project) - very sweet.<br /><br />And, yes - sad today about MR. Schneider. Thanks, friends / readers, btw - for supplying me with stories and info to fill in my "holes" this morning :-).Sherrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08600904912151877914noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1947320675744665230.post-74874444762245844422010-10-04T10:29:51.898-04:002010-10-04T10:29:51.898-04:00Sad. So young. But as you said, a comfort to some ...Sad. So young. But as you said, a comfort to some the way he went. St. Bede's has an Italian teacher?! <br /><br />I know what you mean about kids at night. Last night I unfortunately woke up around 2 and lied awake for over an hour, something that has not happened for awhile. But the good news is my kid came in the room on her way back to the bathroom sometime during that sleeplessness, just to kiss me good night, and because I was awake, it was nice.Faciehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12165861407055831754noreply@blogger.com