Yesterday, I wrote about keepers. Today, I shall attempt to write a post that’s deeper about keepers, non-keepers, sleepers, peepers, creepers, etc.
Yesterday, I saw these keepers with my peepers at my college-roomate Marcia’s home, after my son and I had both been sleepers:
Most of the artistic keepers we saw there, with our peepers, are by Marcia’s talented son and daughter, Owen and Ellen.
Here’s a keeper of a story that Marcia told me about her daughter Ellen (who created that last beautiful creature, above), when Ellen was very young. Cast your peepers on these:
There used to be a baby bear next to those adults, but the grim reaper of breakable objects (actually a live animal) knocked it over. Jeepers! No more baby bear. Marcia then witnessed, with her peepers and her ears, her little daughter Ellen creeping up to those two bear parents and breaking it to them gently: “I have terrible news.”
The rest of this post will show photographic peepers of keepers I saw when two of my favorite keepers — Marcia and my creeping-up-on-17 son, Aaron — and I got deeper into Palo Alto and Stanford University:
Do your peepers peep anything special about that sleeper of a house, above? Jeepers, that belonged to Apple-keeper Steve Jobs.
Jeepers! Somebody in Palo Alto likes to ask a lot of questions.
I don’t think you can get much deeper than the keeper motto in that second photo, do you?
Jeepers! Does anybody REALLY think that Love Sucks?
As always, dear readers and post peepers, let me know if you have deeper questions or comments about anything here.
Jeepers! I’m so glad I was able to leave behind, in the Northeast USA, the following:
- any on-call beepers at work, so I could be more in the moment with my peepers and all these keepers and sleepers in sunny California and
- deeper, deeper, deeper snow.
Keepers of this post (pssst! that’s you!) might go deeper, now, to remember something they read with their peepers at the beginning of this keeper/jeeper/peeper/sleeper/creeper of a post:
Today, I shall attempt to write a post that’s deeper, about keepers, non-keepers, sleepers, peepers, creepers, etc.
Is there anything missing here, all you keepers and peepers out there?
Jeepers! I didn’t include non-keepers, so far.
For me, the non-keeper is THIS constant creeper:
I’d like to give worries, right now, over to the reaper of unhelpful thoughts.
Jeepers! Wouldn’t it be great to let go of all creepin’ worries about:
- not doing enough,
- pleasing everybody,
- death, and
- everything else that looks scary to these peepers?
If I did that, fewer weepers from these peepers, for sure.
Let’s do it, peepers and keepers! Join me in letting go of those creepin’ non-keeper worries!
To help us do that in a deeper way, here’s a keeper of a song:
Jeepers! Look at the time! Gotta leave the keeper home of my keeper friend Lawry and his lovely wife Patty, to cast these peepers (and the 20/15 peepers of my sharp-eyed son) on the keeper city of San Francisco.
Thanks to Aaron, Marcia, Owen, Ellen, animals real and fantastical, Steve Jobs, Palo Alto, Stanford University, Ethel Waters, Louis Armstrong, Lawry, Patty, and every other keeper, peeper, creeper, weeper, or sleeper who helped me write this post. And Jeepers! Thanks to you for casting your peepers on this here post, today.