Alice In Wonderland

I saw "Alice In Wonderland" this afternoon after having lunch with a good friend.  The weather here is absolutely beautiful today - almost too nice to spend in a movie theater - but we went later in the afternoon.  The movie was excellent.  This wasn't the 3D version, but I thought it was plenty scary!

I was very sad Friday and Saturday after Violette died, but I am feeling a little better today.  I bought some flowers to plant on her grave.  The house seems so empty without her, even with a dog and two other cats.  She was with us for almost seventeen years and was a true member of the family.  The past year has been difficult with her aging issues, but as one Facebook friend commented, she awaits me in heaven.  I like that thought.

I am reprinting one of my favorite poems from Alice Through The Looking Glass which I shared on my other blog, Cabin Dreams, on which I haven't posted for a very, very long time.  (I  can't decide what to put on this blog and what to put on the other blog, so I concentrate on this one.)  When you read this poem, you have to read it aloud to get the full, wonderful effect.

The Jabberwocky

By Lewis Carroll

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did gyre and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrabe.

"Beware the Jabberwock, my son!

The jaws that bite, the claws that catch!

Beware the Jubjub bird, and shun

The frumious Bandersnatch!"

He took his vorpal sword in hand:

Long time the manxome foe he sought--

So rested he by the Tumtum tree,

And stood awhile in thought.

And, as in uffish thought he stood,

The Jabberwock, with eyes of flame,

Came whiffing through the tugey wood,

And burbled as it came!

One, two! One, two! And through and through

The vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

He left it dead, and with its head

He went galumphing back.

"And hast thou slain the Jaberwock?

Come to my arms, my beamish boy!

O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!"

He chortled in his joy.

'Twas brillig, and the slithy toves

Did grye and gimble in the wabe:

All mimsy were the borogoves,

And the mome raths outgrab.

Violetlady
xo