It's nice to finally have some time to write this week. Besides how busy I was- and I kept busy; Wednesday and Thursday I was working in the library from 7:00PM till closing time- there hasn't been too much going on, and there won't be until Holy Saturday [when I will finally be able to have sweets and soda again; Lent has been tough this year, but I feel I have built a stronger relationship with God] and the April Student Government Association elections, when I will run for reelection. The only political news lately has been the downfall of New York Governor Eliot Spitzer, which caught me off guard; overall, I think it was a fortunate revelation, revealing as it did that in New York state prostitution is still an unacceptable activity for politicians [not so in Massachusetts, where we still have Representative Barney Frank], and also because the state's Senate Majority Leader, Republican Joseph L. Bruno, will be the new Lieutenant Governor. From everything I've read (I used to read the New York Post a few times a week, he's not the conservative diehard that I am, but he's much better than anyone we have in the Bay State, and is a reliable opponent of gay marriage and illegal immigration. So I'm happy for him.
Life finally got more interesting yesterday. At the Solomon Pond Mall, I picked up my first new CD in weeks, the Backstreet Boys' Never Gone, which I have thoroughly enjoyed. To the credit of those who say only those of the fair sex like boy bands, I must confess I found it amusing that their "A special thanks to all our fans around the world" picture in the lyrics booklet had, out of c. 100 fan pictures forming a globe, only eight guys. Someday, that someday we will discover the simple joys of pop! However, subsequent to my purchase, I began to suffer from MAMS (Man At Mall Syndrome~ you get bored once loitering at the bookstore/CD store gets old), and couldn't think of anything to do but hang out with a few friends until the bus came. Despite my dazed mind, I was able to finish a sonnet about the Annunciation,
Sonnet LXXVII- The Droplet
As nimbuses with nail and jaw would crawl,
While rain with vanity pursued its end
Even striving to perfectly descend
One Exception within the shadows' shawl,
One Droplet, trembling, crossed the threshold.
Maintaining herself, waiting for the Light
She neared the ceiling and the heavens bright;
Translucent as a slide, that light was doled
To one molecule showing with the sun.
Like a fragile star of blood's crimson hue,
To the gray earth that tone she would imbue
When nine times had the moon her circuit run.
For this was she placed in the starry vale,
More spirited than vapor, pure as hail.
I suppose I had a bit of trouble with the sentence which runs from lines 9-11. Any helpful suggestions? Meteorological corrections?