2009-10-28

Allfall

I. Last night each and every student who got off the downtown bus said thank you, or thanks, to the driver. She, almost without taking a breath, replied to each with yourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcomeyourwelcome.

II. On our field trip to safety village a half dozen children got stung by hornets (our school mascot). The young Miss. Grewal got one on her eyelid.

III. That awful noise! Like a heaving volcano wildcat! A succession of blasts! Whistling only dogs can hear! I checked out the window to make sure it was just construction, and not the world ending, but there was no construction.

2009-10-11

Dublin, Scotland.

The trunk in my foyer immigrated with a family from a village in Scotland in 1951. It traveled with them on a small freighter with only eleven passengers. It remained in their basement at 190 Dublin St. until they moved and it was mostly forgotten. I bought the trunk for $20 at a yard sale on Suffolk street a year ago, and brought it with me to 7 Home. I kept my sweaters in it. This August I moved to 190 Dublin St. and lugged it along with me. It has been left it in my foyer to collect dust and shoes. The trunk found its way back home, after being in, at the very least, 2 places since.
It's interesting to think of who else is moving what, right now (without knowing it), to the place where it belongs.
Or maybe it's more interesting to think of what's moving who.

Lichen Love

2009-10-05

Losing it and finding it frozen.

I couldn't find the cheese. I could swear that I hadn't eaten it all. I looked everywhere. In the butter drawer. In the fruit crisper. Behind the hummus. Even in the couscous. Gone. Unless, unless, for the second time in one month I froze the cheese. I looked in the freezer. Hard-as-rock goat's milk cheese. It seems, indeed it seems, my head isn't always in control. I swore at myself with the big one, the f-word, and proceeded to use the biggest knife in the house to angrily cut the frozen block into icy bite-sized pieces for my lunch.

2009-10-03

A/in front



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