Gold
Having woken up at 3:30 and unable to get back to sleep, I knew it would be a long day… but somehow I made it! I even managed to pull myself together to attend a fundraiser for my grandson’s high school, bringing my mom and Tim along for what ended up being a really fun night. I do love a silent auction. I love to win a basket or two, although Tim reminds me every time that I didn’t actually win … we just paid more than anyone else. Potato, potahto. I walked out feeling like a winner with two amazing gift baskets filled with so many little prizes it felt like Christmas. The craziest thing was disassembling one of the baskets and finding a handwritten poem by one of the students, Robert Frost’s Nothing Gold Can Stay . I’ve mentioned a time or two that Robert Frost was my dad’s favorite poet, so I’m sure it was no small coincidence that fate intervened so that particular basket would come home with me. The poem also a reminder of how fleeting life can be. I love the way the univer...
