soggy leaves and gray matter

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.

I know it is a common complaint but I really wish I could remember things better. Growing up, my class would memorize poems constantly to recite for the friday devotionals. We did a play a year and I loved the day after lots of practice when I could go thru my lines with out the script. I liked it when our teachers pushed us into memorizing the books in the bible and undecipherable things in French.... so now, when I can barely remember something I read in a book earlier today I wonder if I could memorize something again.

photo today from the bountiful temple. drawing by the man, Tim Burton. I am so in the mood to watch his movie Nightmare Before Christmas. The music is so halloween.