I was reading Theroux’s The Great Railway Bazaar while we traveled through Portugal and much in the same vein was amused to have our own little interlude on our train from Lisbon to Porto. In the midst of an extremely confusing oversight, we turned out to have tickets but not reservations, so I went into my mad dash panic to secure us seats, running back and forth through the terminal like a nutball, while Tatjana…
I dedicate this poem to Tatjana, my Valentine, because I first read Duffy’s book of poems called Rapture while sitting in Luis’ orange chair in Madrid – Luis, Tatjana’s friend, who also is a poet and has an apartment full of books, mostly by poets, and this book Rapture, which began with love grabbed me from the getgo and the poems throughout grew so intense and fiery but alas, the last poem ended with sorrow…
I try to imagine what it must be like to be my sister – to be so hurt, you want to hurt – but I simply can’t. I was speaking to a friend today about his business and he said he gave up focusing on his bad customers and decided to spend most of his time with his good customers. I said I have the same theory for life in general. I want to surround…
My hairdresser has a great stimulus plan – he says we should have let the banks fail, then all of our mortgages and credit cards and car notes would be poof, gone, and hey now, we’d have all this extra money and we’d be spending fools. I like his plan. Vote for Scott and get a great haircut while you’re at it.
With the cool weather and Tatjana starting school and the school buses on Orleans with flashing yellow lights – summer must be ending – I love fall, it’s a wonderful time of year that makes me feel very cozy and homebody-ish – but summer, where did it go? So much stuff whirling around – here, there – enormous changes at the last minute. Another summer that has slipped through my hands. I’m going to try…
I sat on the porch this evening, it’s beautiful outside. I had a glass of rose and my neighbor came over to join me. I had just come back from a lovely bike ride, T was teaching, and the sun was about to set. A friend rode by and we beckoned her over. We sat there and talked about things – this summer and the woe it has produced – we talked about the episode…
I’ve been thinking about T’s safety – I’m going out of town this week and I was worried about evacuation, but later in the day after my sister threw the rocking chair down the porch I worried about nutballs and thought about a restraining order. My horoscope: August 24, 2009 Taurus (4/20-5/20) You’re ordinarily quite respectful of family members — especially your elders — and of friends, too. But no matter who it is, if you…
My sister arrived while I was gone and decided she was the Queen of Sheba and proceeded to tell everyone at the hospital she is – no one is listening. I get back and have numerous phone calls that basically go like this – Where is mom’s diamond ring? Where is the wicker table that was in the living room that I gave her? Where is the key to her safety deposit box? I have…
While we were gone they called us about a birthmother who is due in a month and the father is Puerto Rican – did we mind? DO WE MIND – give me that Puerto Rican baby right now we said. Meanwhile, in the world of freaky things and coincidences we got an email from a friend and Tatjana responded while we were in Porto – the friend said that’s weird I’m making a cake that…