is upgathered now like sleeping flowers
\nfor this, for everything, we are out of tune
\nit moves us not
\nGreat God I’d rather be a pagan suckled in a creed outworn
\nSo might I, standing on this pleasant lea
\nHave glimpses that would make me less forlorn…….. [Wordsworth]<\/p>\n
Tornado warnings throughout New Orleans – wind rattling windows – dogs listing with the gale force – grey skies – no work on LaLa because wind too strong. L called and said one of the teachers had cancelled class because of “high wind” – talk about skittish. The woman at the drugstore today told me she was leaving if it started raining. <\/p>\n
Drove out to Lakeview to pick up deck samples from B who is working on a house there – all the houses there were completely underwater – the one B is working on was completely devasted by water on the ground floor – he is rebuilding from the ground up – I said they’re doing all this work and then what if it floods again? – B’s response: “what if it doesn’t?” <\/p>\n
S was IMing me and she said “I want to do naughty things to you” and I was like “come again? that kind of makes me sick” – we were having too many conversations simultaneously and the wires got crossed – so we had a good laugh. She then called later when I was lying flat on the sofa trying to nurse my new cold that I was sure was only allergies till I had to be horizontal – she was in the tub and was phoning with a pep talk for both of us and we made a pact to wake up in the morning and flip it all into all the good. <\/p>\n
Meanwhile I signed up for two races in the coming weeks and further away, my birthday present to myself is a trip to Arkansas to spend the weekend with the elephants! L is going to be there for a golf tournament so I may stay on a day or two and drive with him to El Dorado and go see J since it is a holiday weekend. <\/p>\n
The Bean has Renny here for a slumber party for the next few days since N and the Snake are in Austin. These two are jealous little devils that carouse around my legs vying for attention nonstop. At late afternoon when I was feeling the lowest from this cold, I ran a chicken bath and filled the tub with Tingle salts and both of them crowded in by the tub and just stared at me with curious dog eyes watching me soak – it was a little unnerving. <\/p>\n
I had technical difficulties with email today and spent an hour on the phone with India four different times – all for naught – called S in SF and he was just finishing unloading the truck and he was able to solve in minutes what all of India could not. <\/p>\n
At Pilates, M said she had gotten back together with her boyfriend – the hmfvd boyfriend – and I said that’s great and she said, “well, we’ll see.” <\/p>\n
L brought me a great New Yorker cartoon last night that I taped to the fridge – it’s a couple sitting in their living room, the man in an easy chair and the woman on the couch with her legs crossed, both have books in their hands, the man is looking over at the woman and asks, “Did you ever have the baby that you wanted so much?”<\/p>\n
Rachael Yamagata’s The Reason Why<\/p>\n
I think about how it might have been
\n We’d spend our days travelin’
\n It’s not that I don’t understand you
\n It’s not that I don’t want to be with you
\n But you only wanted me
\n The way you wanted me<\/p>\n
So, I will head out alone, hope for the best
\n And we can hang our heads down
\n As we skip the goodbyes
\n And you can tell the world what you want them to hear
\n I’ve got nothing left to lose, my dear
\n So, I’m up for the little white lies
\n But you and I know the reason why
\n I’m gone, and you’re still there
\n I’m gone, and you’re still there
\n I’m gone, and you’re still there<\/p>\n
I’ll buy a magazine searching for your face
\n From coast to coast, or where ever I find my place
\n I’ll track you on the radio, and
\n I’ll sign your list in a different name
\n But as close as I get to you
\n It’s not the same<\/p>\n
So, I will head out alone, hope for the best
\n We can pat ourselves on the back
\n And say that we tried
\n And if one of us makes it big
\n We can spill our regrets
\n And talk about how the love never dies
\n But you and I know the reason why
\n I’m gone, you’re still there
\n I’m gone, you’re still there
\n I’m gone, and you’re still there<\/p>\n
So, steal the show, and do your best
\n To cover the tracks that I have left
\n I wish you well and hope you find
\n Whatever you’re looking for
\n The way I might’ve changed my mind,
\n But you only showed me the door<\/p>\n
So, I will head out alone, hope for the best
\n We can pat ourselves on the back
\n And say that we tried
\n And if one of us makes it big
\n We can spill our regrets
\n And talk about how the love never dies
\n But you and I, you and I, you and I know the reason why.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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