on a winter's night some things never change

The pile of books beside my bed is getting very large. These are all the books that I bought as "Holiday Gifts" that I have to read before - which comes first this year, Chanukah or Kwanzaa?

life gets so complicated- in any case the pressure is distracting me from the book I would like to read just for myself which is David Park's "The Grand Contraption" In which I find this little ditty from Egypt before 1200 bce:

When my hair was half done

I remembered I love you

I forgot my hair

I ran to find you

Now let me finish

I'll only be a minute

Sound familiar? Some things never change.........

One of the reasons that I am lagging in all this reading is that just when I'm settled and have found the place where I left off I remember that the water glass is empty, and then I settle again and remember the chapstick, now that that's taken care of the pillows have shifted- oh! and this would be a good time to floss.....

Have I mentioned that the other reader gave me a copy of Italo Cavalo's "If on a winter's night a traveller?"

So tell me, does art follow life or does life follow art, or does life follow life or .........