July 25, 2006
I managed to fill up my tank at $2.99 a gallon a couple days ago, but it looks like it's gone up again. I suppose it would be nice if the Hummer owners felt the price pinch the worst, but I'm sure it will be more like the single mom who drives an old Taurus or the college kid trying to get by on scholarships who will be hurt the most.
I did like this quote from an article in the
Free Press:
Fearing the pain of paying $60 to fill up her car, Talley said she never lets her tank get below the halfway mark.
So it's somehow less painful to fork out $30 twice as often? I just don't get ...
July 12, 2006
Rodger reminded me that it was
Pablo Neruda's birthday today. He's not the easiest poet in the world; his love poems tend to the obsessive and even selfish parts of love sometimes, but damn if they aren't some of the most beautiful poems I know. They make me feel, physically, the things I know of love. This one is big favorite of mine, especially when Keith was (or is) far away from me.
Here I love you
Here I love you.
In the dark pines the wind disentangles itself.
The moon glows like phosphorus on the vagrant waters.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other.
The snow unfurls in dancing figures.
A silver gull slips down from the west.
Sometimes a sail. High, high stars.
Oh ...
So this is what was on patio this morning, looking into the slider door. He must have stood there for 5 minutes. I think he wanted a bagel. Maybe an omelette.
The boys in the house all crowded around, cooing at the little fella. Me, I hate squirrels. Can no one else see that they're just rats with fluffy tails?
July 9, 2006
Been busy. Real busy. Been in a parade, been to Interlochen. Got new shoes, drove a boat. Saw some of my favorite people. Worked on some stuff I didn't want to do, didn't work on some stuff I did want to do.
But in addition to all that stuff, I'm exhausted, I'm stressed, I'm questioning my very existence and what I want to do here most is whine about it. But that's not really fun to read or to write, for that matter.
So. On other matters: if you had two little kids, you despise the great outdoors and you had no money to speak of, how would you fashion a vacation with the family? Could visit mom. Or dad, for that ...
I can't even move any more. Moving through the thickened air is just way too much effort. Fixing supper for the boys and I totally took anything I had left out of me. The air is so hot and moist that it's hard to tell what's inside your skin and what isn't.
7 more days til the election. My candidate is such a trooper - I don't think I could ever muster the strength to talk to as many people as he does. It's amazing. We don't agree on every last little tiny political detail, but that doesn't matter a bit, not one iota - if he's elected, there will be ...
