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- St. Paul, Minnesota, USA
- April 02
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This is not the Easter Bunny. Check out those teeth. He is the Rabbit With Big Pointy Teeth. He represents my kitchen.
He feasts upon Black Knights. They are, metaphorically, me.
The black knight had a better day
Than I did. Typical, I say.
The cutlery came out to play.… Read full post »
Ninja. Slippery. Playful.
she shares her bed with the sunlight.
Titania. The queen.
Zero. I'll explain in a moment.
So my daughter moved back home, with Ninja and Mini. We were expecting what in OS are called "dust-ups", only with hi… Read full post »
His side of the bed.
Apart for the lampshade being a little crooked, and the Hall's coughdrops next to the clock radio, it is pretty much immaculate. He even took his hot-water-and-lemon mug downstairs this morning. He does that every morning. It makes me crazy.
My side of the bed… Read full post »
This is the way I want to be seen. As a shadow, hiding in a corner.
Or this. An Andy Warhol effect, the legacy of a man long dead.
The woman in the moon. Equipped with antennae.
So I can't bring myself to take a picture of myself, beautiful on… Read full post »
Each spring it amazes me: the magnolia has survived one more winter. Today it bears buds that are gray and furry as enormous pussy willows. Tomorrow the buds will shake out star-shaped blossoms like damp white silk. Today they are the soft fontanelles of infants' heads beginn… Read full post »
Can you see it? A hairy woodpecker.
Last week. The pond, and the compass rose: the four cardinal directions, marble in the mud. And yet they ground me.
Scilla. The first flowers.
The rose canes survived.
Str… Read full post »
At my age, I should ask in my church voice
scrubbed like an altar by painkillers. Still
(and vitamins and vodka in orange juice)
I wonder should I ask at all.
This year, the most solemn and sorrowful of days
was also mine. And I was intense: violets, magentas
a single… Read full post »
On the first day, Mom created laundry.
On the second day, she separated lights from darks. She did not mix ammonia and Clorox, as that is an abomination.
On the third day, she washed her children's souls in Kirk's Coco Hardwater Castile and whitened them with LaFrance Bluing. And she saw… Read full post »
My backyard in March is not particularly lovely. But the snow melted early this year, and despite the cold, I have some green emerging. Next to the pond (you can see part of the fountain in the background) is a compass rose.
A compass rose is a way of… Read full post »
It is mainly the "check engine" light I'm speaking of, that yellow icon shaped kind of like the outline of what you assume to be an engine. (There. You have just revealed to the world that you know absolutely nothing about cars). Whenever it comes on, the first question people ask… Read full post »
Open Call: it's like, "Tag, you're it!" You can't just stand there; you have to take the challenge and run with it.
1). Alice in Wonderland. This book, along with its companion, Through the Looking Glass, touched a place so magical in me that I knew , at age seven, that I… Read full post »
My daughter moved back home last week, and so did Miss Kitty. I'm not speaking of her two cats, who were forced into a blended family with my two cats. I'm talking about the iconic character who decorates everything from her toothbrush to her seventeen-inch MacBook Pro laptop computer.… Read full post »
I don't fly a lot, but I do fly. And there are things I have noticed about airport travelers that make me want to sit them all down in one enormous lecture hall and give them a few pointers. I'll be brief.
1) You are not the only person who needs… Read full post »
I tried to respond to a post this morning about comments not getting through, and my comment did not go through! Here it is, or was, or is yet to be:
I haven't had trouble commenting, but I lost my first two blog posts. I hit the "Save Draft and Preview"… Read full post »
March 16th was my father's birthday. Were he alive, he would be ninety-eight. Not a big deal to those outside of the family. But as I grow old and forgetful myself, I sometimes forget the date. I have two reminders: St. Patrick and St. Urho.
St. Urho's day is March 16th.… Read full post »