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Into every life a little rain must fall

The Rainy Day Written at the old home in Portland, Maine by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary; The vine still clings to the mouldering wall, But at every gust the dead leaves fall, And the day is dark and dreary. My life is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and the wind is never weary; My thoughts still cling to the mouldering past, But the hopes of youth fall thick in the blast, And the days are dark and dreary. Be still, sad heart, and cease repining; Behind the clouds is the sun still shining; Thy fate is the common fate of all, Into each life some rain must fall, Some days must be dark and dreary. I've written several posts this past week, each one sadder and more depressing than the previous one. I didn't publish any of them. I couldn't bring myself to share my sadness with the world. This morning I had written an entire post about the misery of my life. I had started it with the poem above. My work, marriage, dieting...everything seem broken beyond repair. Then the strangest thing happened. After working from home during the morning, on a project that I've been struggling with for the last week, I decided to drive into the office. Someone that I use to work with that's on another team emailed me, asking if I was still having a problem on my project. I told him yes, I was struggling. He said he'd be in the office today and if I wanted, he'd come by my desk and seek if he could help. I quickly showered, dressed, and headed off to the office. When I left my house at noon, the sky was dark and dreary, it was raining and the wind was blowing. I felt like the weather perfectly matched my mood. As I drove the twelve miles to my office, the skies opened open, and there, in all it's glory was the sun. I hadn't seen the sun for at least a week, maybe longer. I really can't remember the last time it wasn't raining. For the last ten minutes of my commute, the sun was shining, I felt my mood lift. Suddenly things didn't seem so hopeless and impossible. I'd actually made a lot of headway on my project this morning, before I received the email from my friend. I still had a few things I was still having trouble figuring out, and I knew he'd know the answers, and fortunately for me, he did. The thing I'm working on wasn't really my project until last Wednesday. Someone else was working on it for the last several months. Without going into much detail, I was asked to take it over and get it finished quickly. One of my coworkers often teases me that when I get in a situation like this one,  I always pull a rabbit out of my hat and get the job done. This time I was really feeling like I couldn't pull it off. I've always thought that one day there was going to be something I couldn't figure out. I'm happy to say this wasn't it. I'll be finished in a couple days. As quickly as my work situation improved, everything else seemed to fall into place. My husband is being super sweet, feeling bad for me because I'd worked last weekend, and several evenings the past week. Today, for the first time in several days I ate perfectly on plan. I haven't been eating terrible, no Easter candy, no Cadbury eggs, but as usual, my portions are too large, and I was eating to much fruit (can we say bananas). It all adds up, a calorie is a calorie, and I know I can't eat unlimited amounts of fruit. It's funny how everything that seemed so bad now suddenly seems good. In every life a little rain must fall, but like Longfellow said, the sun is still there behind the clouds. And into ever life a little sun must shine.

Into every life a little rain must fall

The Rainy Day Written at the old home in Portland, Maine by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow The day is cold, and dark, and dreary; It rains,and t...

(Not Quite) All About Bette...

<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLms7WYXMYNj_BfpRA3-lKYKeRH0sLex0CBlSF1vUyc4R4meHJuaUvBrwkmEer4LJnP17RiRDCK-P-w2ekAAvA_4lP4pebEBwLcyvox_gV8u1yPxwpXn1z-KhU4LFxsGvoO27oK-XQU4b/s1600/now+voyager+2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="242" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXLms7WYXMYNj_BfpRA3-lKYKeRH0sLex0CBlSF1vUyc4R4meHJuaUvBrwkmEer4LJnP17RiRDCK-P-w2ekAAvA_4lP4pebEBwLcyvox_gV8u1yPxwpXn1z-KhU4LFxsGvoO27oK-XQU4b/s320/now+voyager+2.jpg" width="320" /></a></div> Bette Davis was born 103 years ago on April 5 in Lowell, Massachusetts. She attended drama school as a young woman and made her Broadway debut in "Broken Dishes" in 1929. She headed to Hollywood in 1930 where she was tested and signed by Universal. When her Universal contract was not renewed and she was on the verge of returning to New York and Broadway she received a call from Warner Bros. This was not exactly the beginning of a beautiful friendship, but it was the beginning of the truly legendary screen career of a groundbreaking actress. <a name='more'></a> In her career of more than 100 films, Bette Davis was nominated for 11 Best Actress Academy Awards (including one write-in campaign) and won two. In her heyday, Bette received Best Actress nods five years in a row and, in 1942, was the highest paid woman in America. She won the Cannes Film Festival's 1951 Best Actress Award for All About Eve. She was nominated for four Emmy Awards and won one. The list of her various award nominations and wins goes on and on... She was the first woman to be the president of AMPAS and the the first woman honored with the American Film Institute's Lifetime Achievement Award. She was one of a group of Hollywood stars who established the Hollywood Canteen for soldiers traveling through Los Angeles during World War II. Not to be forgotten (for it speaks to Bette's status as an icon)...the #1 single of 1981 and the winner of "Song of the Year" and "Record of the Year" Grammy Awards was "Bette Davis Eyes," sung by Kim Carnes. Even after suffering breast cancer and a stroke, Bette Davis continued acting until the final year of her life. <table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: right; margin-left: 1em; text-align: right;"><tbody><tr><td style="text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtrvFSTrETaww-Ua6qMzqzhGD0WrTcMYtjrppQKwc4YMKGQ39p1fR9S5BJje7VydwH0rDXoOdIZsSeDIuE0IZD5prEEF_5aD6jLAmp3k4L1eJD0WEkK6nNse-LfsdkaS3wVaFwBhKjvQk/s1600/all-about-eve-anne-baxter-bette-davis-marilyn-monroe1%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; cssfloat: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"><img border="0" height="157" r6="true" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNtrvFSTrETaww-Ua6qMzqzhGD0WrTcMYtjrppQKwc4YMKGQ39p1fR9S5BJje7VydwH0rDXoOdIZsSeDIuE0IZD5prEEF_5aD6jLAmp3k4L1eJD0WEkK6nNse-LfsdkaS3wVaFwBhKjvQk/s200/all-about-eve-anne-baxter-bette-davis-marilyn-monroe1%255B1%255D.jpg" width="200" /></a></td></tr><tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">All About Eve (1950)</td></tr></tbody></table>Bette Davis's performances in these films were nominated for Best Actress Oscars: Of Human Bondage (1934) ( write-in) Dangerous (1935) Jezebel (1938) Dark Victory (1939) The Letter (1940) The Little Foxes (1941) Now, Voyager (1942) Mr. Skeffington (1944) All About Eve (1950) The Star (1952) Whatever Happened to Baby Jane? (1962) She won for Dangerous and Jezebel but was also "robbed" on more than one occasion... What else can one say about Bette Davis? A lot! However, what actor James Woods had to say in a TCM "Word of Mouth" segment a few years ago hits the bulls-eye for me and bears repeating in honor of her birthday... <iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/pM3Ng8CY4sA" title="YouTube video player" width="480"></iframe>

Bette Davis was born 103 years ago on April 5 in Lowell, Massachusetts. She attended drama school as a young woman and made her Broadway deb...

Into every life a little rain must fall

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