Tuesday, July 17, 2012

Saturday, July 07, 2012

Tuesday, July 03, 2012

More Adventures With Molly

More Adventures With Molly

So, no walk last night. It was raining (oh so lovely--lots of strobe lightning and boisterous thunder for several hours), so, tired as I am, I thought, well--at least around the block. So, I didn't put on my tennis shoes. Just kept my flip-flops on. We get a little further than I hoped to go, and Molly does her roll around thing in the driest grass she finds, and she slips out of her collar. And I think, just say Come here girl and get a treat. So, she comes. And I get her collar on.  Meanwhile, fireworks (which are banned this year) are exploding and she's getting skiddish and pulling hard. And then, I blow out one of my flip flops and realize we still have a long way to home. So, I carry the dead thing in one hand, Molly's leash in the other, try to hang on to her as the fireworks keep going off, try to look like Yep, I meant to do this (dead flip flop) as car lights meet the two of us, me hobbling and hoping I don't step on some glass or a nail or someone's sputum.  Yep, real good time, folks!

Wednesday, June 27, 2012

Viaje Seguro

Indeed. Safe travels, my son. And may you richly enjoy your stay in Salamanca, Spain.  I am so excited for you!  Can't wait to see pics and hear all about it as we talk from there and when you get back to the states!

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

Lady's slipper

Fascinating flower. After reading The Stone Diaries, I now want to attempt to grow some of these. 

Friday, June 15, 2012

Neil Young - Walk With Me



"I'm on  this journey...I don't want to walk alone."  Thanks to my Molly, my faithful walking companion who does love me so very much. And, I love her, too. 

Thursday, June 07, 2012

W.S. Merwin: To Waiting




To Waiting


You spend so much of your time
expecting to become
someone else
always someone
who will be different
someone to whom a moment
whatever moment it may be
at last has come
and who has been
met and transformed
into no longer being you
and so has forgotten you


meanwhile in your life
you hardly notice
the world around you
lights changing
sirens dying along the buildings
your eyes intent
on a sight you do not see yet
not yet there
as long as you
are only yourself


with whom as you
recall you were
never happy
to be left alone for long

W.S. Merwin