Sunday, May 20, 2018

stranger things

My youngest stepson Rob was on a flight to Baltimore Friday night and
snapped this photo of a woman who looks so much like me that it
is scary. Those of you who know my story will remember that I was
born in Towson, Md., right outside Baltimore. My "sister" loves the
puffy vest too and wears comfy Keene® sandals, as do I.

Saturday, May 19, 2018

opening night treat!

The Great Plotnik took me to Jesus Christ Superstar last night and
we both loved it! He will write a glowing review for his Theatre
Blog, but I want to encourage any and all friends to go to see this
all-female musical with some of the most beautiful voices that
I have ever heard. From the program: This is the story that changed
everything then, cast with the gender that's changing everything now.

Friday, May 18, 2018

starting a new book

My Librarian friend Evie recommended The Road to Bittersweet and
after a few pages I can understand why and I am looking forward to
losing myself in this novel.

Thursday, May 17, 2018

a poem for Thursday

Sewing Machine

My grandmother's Singer had a black treadle
like the grate on a drain that someone had pried up
from the back, and propped it partly open, and left it
like that, so that something could find its way out
and slink away along the wall during the night
while I was asleep. At a cousin's house I'd seen
the twin foot pedals on a wheezy parlor organ, too,
like the lids of boxes, pried opened that same way,
up from the back, at a tilt, and partly full of dusty
music. And I'd studied my grandfather's shoes
with their laces wrapped on interesting hooks,
working the pedals of his four-door Dodge sedan
as he drove into town with me sitting beside him,
on the way to Kuempel's hardware store for nails
to fasten something down. And as I slowly awoke
to a hazy summer morning in that saggy bed
next to the sewing machine, I pushed one foot out
from under the comforter, which smelled faintly
of clay and old chickens and the nearby river,
and looked at that foot, and turned it in the light
and thought about all of the places I might find
to set it down while I'd be living in the world.

Kindest Regards: New and Selected Poems
Copper Canyon Press

Wednesday, May 16, 2018

just walk down to the garden

For the 40 years plus that we have lived here in our tiny home in Bernal
I have wanted to just pick flowers for the dining room table. Last year
the gardener (Amelia) planted toward that goal and now we reap the bounty.
I am beyond delighted.

Tuesday, May 15, 2018

a quick jolt

At 7:18 last night while watching the Warriors beat the Rockets. They
finally said it was a 3.5 earthquake but only seasoned Bay Area folks
knew what was happening at the time, I betcha. The Blogmaid and I
texted, knowing exactly what had occurred two miles from Piedmont, CA.

Monday, May 14, 2018

musical joy

Yesterday dear Dancing Jen treated me to The Color Purple at the
Orpheum Theatre on Market Street. First l bought a mediocre lunch for us
at the oddly named Dirty Water Restaurant and then we spent a couple
of glorious hours watching the national company sing out this story
of sorrow and ultimately love. A delightful day, thank you Jennifer!