17 August 2010


Listening to:

Yo La Tengo on Pandora. Good new funky sounds caressing mine hungry ears. (And doesn't this gorgeous cover look so very right at home on my blog? I think it needs to grab a cold beverage, take off its shoes and kick back in the Barcalounger, stay awhile.)

Reading and being slain by:
A Blessing by James Wright, sent to me this morning by a colleague.

Just off the highway to Rochester, Minnesota,
Twilight bounds softly forth on the grass.
And the eyes of those two Indian ponies
Darken with kindness.
They have come gladly out of the willows
To welcome my friend and me.
We step over the barbed wire into the pasture
Where they have been grazing all day, alone.
They ripple tensely, they can hardly contain their happiness
That we have come.
They bow shyly as wet swans. They love each other.
There is no loneliness like theirs.
At home once more,
They begin munching the young tufts of spring in the darkness.
I would like to hold the slenderer one in my arms,
For she has walked over to me
And nuzzled my left hand.
She is black and white,
Her mane falls wild on her forehead,
And the light breeze moves me to caress her long ear
That is delicate as the skin over a girl’s wrist.
Suddenly I realize
That if I stepped out of my body I would break
Into blossom.


A pleasing shade of blue on my toenails called "Factory Girl." Just might be my new favorite. The kids sure do like it. (Yes, these are my feet resting upon the surface of my desk after a long,hard day of cracking the creative whip on small children.)


A whole helluva lotta water.


This new option. She's a '72 Ford F100 from Kentucky. Sounds like a new friend I could learn to love. I sure am excited about going to collect from the insurance company this afternoon.....