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• I think words have greater impact when squeezed into the form of a poem. But, then, some people won't read a poem. So there you are.
  

• I understand my mother's lament: "Now that I have no children to raise I know how to raise them." I can't say the same for myself, but I'm close.

• I called my sons yesterday to wish them happy father's day. Here's the exchange I had with one of them:
  

Me: Hi, Andrew. I just called to wish you happy birthday. (Muttering: Don't know where that came from.)
Andrew: Mom?
Me: Yes. Can you hear me?
A: Yes, now.
Me: I called to wish you happy father's day.
A: Thanks.
Me: Did you hear what I said before?
A: No. All I heard was "can you hear me" and "happy father's day."
Me: Good. I said happy birthday, and I'm glad you didn't hear me.
A: Yes, that's good, and I'll never know you said it.
Me: Right. That's a relief.
A: Well, if you're calling anyone else today, good luck with it.

• Last night's brief storm, with its big winds (gusts of 35 mph) and its hail and rain, was a welcome excitement. Lifted my spirits. Weird, huh.