little blanket

label

so that's where I left them

I am reminded

there will be setbacks
I try to take a breath
wait for the end

so help me

I am an unreliable narrator.

reminder

“We need a renaissance of wonder. We need to renew, in our hearts and in our souls, the deathless dream, the eternal poetry, the perennial sense that life is miracle and magic.”

- E. Merrill Root

windy morning raptor hunt

worried

Sarah Grimke didn't come for breakfast again.

interesting growth

I should have seen this coming

My library's machines have been talking to Amazon
and I'm not happy I didn't know about it!

it taunts me

BUCK OWENS
AND HIS
BUCKAROOS
OPEN UP
YOUR HEART

catching up

I haven't seen my (single) Amish friend in a while so I ask what she's been doing. She has a new job keeping an older woman company. Her time has been filled by making crochet baby dolls. Made her laugh and blush a little when I said, "So, you've been making babies."

Highbanks wetland

Highbanks

though perhaps alive

The news reports
say that the captive,
after three years,
is alive and well.
No, I think,
he cannot be well.

morning note

synesthetic
duck and cover
paper bag sleep

Samuel Beckett

more Bridgefest

ripples and sound

Bridgefest

bridge

festival photos

another hillbilly badge

I just repaired my porch screen with duct tape.

Last night I, by providence, happened upon one of the ferals poked halfway through the screen hanging by the waist. He was nose to nose with one of the indoor kitties. It was a pretty incredible sight as the spot he'd poked through is about 6 feet off the ground.

"I want to be part of something incredible," she wishes.

she winds her ankles around the wires
there is a big silver moon
sitting on her shoulder
as she evokes her youth
(just yesterday, really)
knows too much for her own good

I am paying attention.

Waiting until you know everything is a sure sign
you'll never do anything useful.

- Barney Frank

visitor

on the shore of Lake Erie

asking for sunshine and breeze

asking for touch and talk

asking for mercy and grace

asking for life

we find the fourth memory

unknown self portrait

tree rituals

a lynx has been pacing
in the front of my brain
waiting to gain entry
to my soul
eager to hunt in the darkness

symbols

who would guess
the meteor would
sprout an iron iris
beard dripping
with the honey
of its lover
whose eyes droop
from satisfaction
lids fluttering
from the breath
he has drawn from her

sign in an alley

Holmes County Courthouse

Whiskey Island

Dallas, I

grabbed infinity
and fled
going north
until rivers
became rivers
again and
I could
finally sleep

aah

guess which one I recommended

My Amish friend gave me two books to return to the library:

A Moment of Weakness - Book Two of the Forever Faithful series

and

Pride and Prejudice

at least it is done now

I was so proud of myself for putting away a few of the more personal items before the hired muscle arrived. It didn't dawn on me that the hot pink spike heeled boots might make that very smelly and not too smart boy blush.
Hope he doesn't know my neighbor.

guides to napping

only got my book a little wet

long late night bubble bath
rising from the slick warm water
skin glistening in the cool night air
I wade into the moonlight

he defines it (and I wonder)

some big
void-filling project

found note from incredible workshop

joke is a word machine

subverts expectations
(and satisfies)

what does not fall away

"I don't know who you are but I love you."
-Alzheimer's patient

obvious metaphor

my cycle has run through

back to the beginning
energy low
contemplation high
soul humbled

woven Baudelaire phrases

they are vaguely ludicrous, my livid breasts
as seductive as the weather
I am a poor soul, a vessel awakening
to this unfettered man whose
voluptuous calms gaze at my naked days
as he sets about mixing ashes into solid hours

the fog creeps up the valley

my aim is getting better

I was two for two this morning
- hit the crab apple with rotten eggs.

god damned better living with chemicals

I find too many of my friends popping little feel-good pills.
They complain that they cannot cry, feel disconnected,
then are amazed to bear witness to humanity in action.
(you know, when things are the way they are supposed to be)
Those pills just make them more and more afraid.
One of these people called just as they were beginning, the tears.



how to explain through the gasps
that I was able to be here
painfully alive
letting the sadness flood over me and ebb
feeling its exquisite essence
only because of a profound joy that earlier
swept over me, equally overwhelming

ahh

I have cleaned and trashed my kitchen
many times in the past three days.
Been doing nothing but baking bread.

this is what I get for reading a graphic novel

Had a very vivid dream this morning that my doings were painted into a mural.

Time for either more chocolate or a nap.

Well, my day is moving right along. I took two naps and read a bunch. In between I found myself wandering half naked around my kitchen eating directly out of a big box of malted milk balls and muttering to myself that I should not eat another baloney sandwich for dinner (I had one for breakfast).

hot day shower

I had a most amazing thing happen to me in the shower today. It is a hot one so I wanted to take a cool shower. Somehow I managed to get the water the same temperature as my skin. I didn't even feel as if I was getting wet, just that I was being caressed.

it tastes of blacktop and dry air

I have been to the city
gained access to the hummus I ate most on the road
this afternoon it reminds me of a parking lot in Albuquerque
waiting to hear high desert bluegrass

I can only hope

Today the Jehovah's Witnesses stopped by. Slid a Watchtower under my screen door. I can only hope that when they were here I was in the shower listening to 'Sleeping In the Devil's Bed.'

new hobby

My car, earplugs, and Zeppelin, man.

Did this yesterday when I went to what is becoming my second city.
By the time I arrived my body was vibrating.

no foaming at the mouth yet, but I am hoping

I am taking a class at the library (thank goodness we are using computers right now so I can share this right away). The woman sitting next to me came in late, insulted the teacher, then disappeared for a while. When she returned she had two cans of diet coke and a bunch of mentos. Then she started popping the candy like pills with big noisy slurps. Now she is laughing maniacally. I am waiting for her to explode.

they finally woke up

saw the first fireflies

Grandfather W. B. says

The best lack all conviction,
while the worst are full of passionate intensity.

-Yeats

oh how you talk

he writes:
typin at a timetravelnatrix with a rhoda complex and fancy boots
time dial thingies on your bra

I write:
the major dials yes, but there are a few hidden buttons
just something to fiddle around with

where's me rosin?
c'mon, you know it makes sense
i've got all day

not sure you know how to push THOSE buttons

i be's in my metier, ma'am.

haven't gotten me even close yet

an occasional little surrender can lead to a much greater release

but still, you have some work to do

i am legion, ma'am.

later, my dear

until my thighs ached

yesterday afternoon
I became Rhoda Morgenstern
belly dancing in my living room

at the Goodwill

an actual email that I wrote today OR maybe I have too much time on my hands

Here are a collection of links that I ran across when I was trying to figure out how many cans of pudding one would really need to fill a bathtub with a person already in it. (Yes, I see now what you mean about the internet being like The Force.) I know it would be a waste of food, I know it would be a gawdawful mess, I know that I very probably would never do it but I cannot help but be curious about it if only in a hypothetical sense. And now that I have realized there is indeed an answer to the question, I feel moderately compelled to figure out the formula.


http://www.newton.dep.anl.gov/askasci/eng99/eng99093.htm
this made me fear that I'd need to learn the density of pudding to get to the answer

http://wiki.answers.com/Q/How_much_water_does_a_bath_use
this gave me a good idea to calculate the volume needed specific to my bathtub

http://www.thebathtub.net/the_bathtub/2007/09/e-bathing-snack.html
this was a blog entry about food

http://situs-inversus.livejournal.com/20691.html
this really got to the heart of the matter but made me doubt its veracity as there was at least one seemingly inaccurate assumption and the lack of accounting for displacement made me think these people were not approaching the topic seriously



The solution that I've settled on: Draw a bath for myself but fill it by measured buckets to see how many gallons I would need. I'll have to call Rodhe's to get the volume of each can (I can only remember the weight). That'll be a fun call.

The bummer: I can't really do this until I get the tub faucet fixed. I stopped at Raby's today but Dave wasn't there man. The Non-Dave listened to my tale, was confused, stated the obvious and finally put the faucet and the spare piece in a paper bag with my mobile phone number. Sounds like some sort of voodoo to me.

I guess we're even.

I learned that if caught in a bramble of multi-flora roses then you should become very still. Panic only drives the thorns in deeper and adds more. My arms and scalp have multiple wounds. It took me a while to learn not to flinch when my skin was punctured. On the plus side, I managed to mangle a large number of bushes.

quote found in an Albuquerque museum

"I am filled with dread
that I will wake up
and find that I have
become a completely rational
being with a finite
set of values within
whose framework I must
mind manners and
dream my dreams."

-- Anne Noggle