life! an anthem!
Anthem. It’s got a nice ring to it, doesn’t it? Confident. Upbeat. If not outright optimistic. Full to the grinning brim with bravado and tally-ho! O, blow ye buglers, it be mine Anthem. Animato – vivo – presto! Just now I was busy doing the odd bit of tidying up and happened across a pretty sorry view behind ...
Ingrown
45 years old and all I can see is this damn blemish. O panoply of most microscopic yet irksome concerns… it would feel more worthwhile to occupy myself with someone *else’s* needs, a child’s for instance, legitimate, developmental… but that there’s a whole ‘nother topic for another post. In the meanwhile I excavate the geography ...
daily life
it is perhaps a terrible irony, but I do believe that living in such close proximity, packed like cockaroaches right on top of one another, relieves people of their inborn civility
quotidian thrash
another fine book with “dog” in the title (no mystery why these jump off the shelf at me)
may you live in interesting times
indeed. went out to my local sandwich joint to sit and read my escapist novel for a little mid-day oasis– but the tv set to CNN chattering away excitedly over my head had other plans. odd, but the u.s. presidential campaign is beginning to feel like little more than a distraction…
a rant against the country that I love
last night a few dear friends and I took turns preaching to our own collective choir: we all feel our country, this country, the u.s., is in the midst of a very strange, very selfish, and extremely paranoid period right now. it all started with some grousing about a student who failed to show up ...
beware of zyrtec.
the label says, “take one tablet BEFORE BEDTIME,” for good reason. if you wake up in the middle of the night, say, three a.m. with the cats doing laps across your head and your sinuses suddenly full of solid snot (so clogged indeed that you know you’d make zero progress with the flonase inhaler, your ...
favorite games.
birthday parties I remember– “fishing” down the laundry chute. somebody down in the basement attaching toys and prizes to the end of the line– sister or a brother, surely, but to me it seemed magical– as if the architecture of everyday had grown transformed by MY BIRTHDAY. kept that sense for many years– listening to ...