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too distracted to write something real
but have a Billy Collins poem?
A version animated and read outloud!
G. gardened a lot this weekend and last (I think last?) and almost everything is planted or repotted now. We still need to plant seeds for:
a) Nasturtium (orange and pretty and edible - G. says these are what we make capers from)
b) Tomatillos
c) Several Varieties of Basil
( The passion flower vine she chose is beautiful. )
Tonight, she's making cheese and corn enchiladas with a tomato sauce for dinner, and she just made coleslaw with red cabbage, caraway seeds, sesame oil, apple cider vinegar, chili flakes, black pepper and salt, and maybe some sunflower seeds later. Needless to say, I am excited for dinner. I am also excited to cook on Tuesday. I am going to try my hand at making some Green Onion Beer Bread and some creamy Pumpkin soup with Ham and Beet Chard. Later in the week, I'm thinking about making some spicy corn and shrimp fritters with green curry aioli, a crab salad with wheat (wheat berries? I bought this stuff in France, it's called blé précuit, or pre-cooked wheat) and corn and a tasty goat cheese dressing.
Now we need to go to a hardware store (unless Ralph's magically has what we need) to get a wrench in order to put together the incredibly ugly but incredibly functional GORM basic shelving unit. Oy. Today, we also purchased a little table for $2 from fellow linguists having a garage sale. It is now home for the router, modem, speakers, and (sort of) Ryan's giant pile of awesome video games that we are babysitting. And I picked up two books: The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon, and The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. Score.
Yoga later, hopefully. 5:30-6:30. I need to be not a baby and just go do it. It's only an hour, and I do feel good afterward. And it's my last free class opportunity.
Sending love to you all
- B
PS - also, our kitty-corner neighbors got robbed yesterday, while we were home, even, I might have heard them. They had their window open and unlocked, and the screen was pushed in. Scary. We are strongly considering renter's insurance.
Forgetfulness - Billy Collins
The name of the author is the first to go
followed obediently by the title, the plot,
the heartbreaking conclusion, the entire novel
which suddenly becomes one you have never read,
never even heard of,
as if, one by one, the memories you used to harbor
decided to retire to the southern hemisphere of the brain,
to a little fishing village where there are no phones.
Long ago you kissed the names of the nine Muses goodbye
and watched the quadratic equation pack its bag,
and even now as you memorize the order of the planets,
something else is slipping away, a state flower perhaps,
the address of an uncle, the capital of Paraguay.
Whatever it is you are struggling to remember,
it is not poised on the tip of your tongue,
not even lurking in some obscure corner of your spleen.
It has floated away down a dark mythological river
whose name begins with an L as far as you can recall,
well on your own way to oblivion where you will join those
who have even forgotten how to swim and how to ride a bicycle.
No wonder you rise in the middle of the night
to look up the date of a famous battle in a book on war.
No wonder the moon in the window seems to have drifted
out of a love poem that you used to know by heart.
A version animated and read outloud!
G. gardened a lot this weekend and last (I think last?) and almost everything is planted or repotted now. We still need to plant seeds for:
a) Nasturtium (orange and pretty and edible - G. says these are what we make capers from)
b) Tomatillos
c) Several Varieties of Basil
( The passion flower vine she chose is beautiful. )
Tonight, she's making cheese and corn enchiladas with a tomato sauce for dinner, and she just made coleslaw with red cabbage, caraway seeds, sesame oil, apple cider vinegar, chili flakes, black pepper and salt, and maybe some sunflower seeds later. Needless to say, I am excited for dinner. I am also excited to cook on Tuesday. I am going to try my hand at making some Green Onion Beer Bread and some creamy Pumpkin soup with Ham and Beet Chard. Later in the week, I'm thinking about making some spicy corn and shrimp fritters with green curry aioli, a crab salad with wheat (wheat berries? I bought this stuff in France, it's called blé précuit, or pre-cooked wheat) and corn and a tasty goat cheese dressing.
Now we need to go to a hardware store (unless Ralph's magically has what we need) to get a wrench in order to put together the incredibly ugly but incredibly functional GORM basic shelving unit. Oy. Today, we also purchased a little table for $2 from fellow linguists having a garage sale. It is now home for the router, modem, speakers, and (sort of) Ryan's giant pile of awesome video games that we are babysitting. And I picked up two books: The Crying of Lot 49 by Thomas Pynchon, and The Kite Runner by Khaled Hosseini. Score.
Yoga later, hopefully. 5:30-6:30. I need to be not a baby and just go do it. It's only an hour, and I do feel good afterward. And it's my last free class opportunity.
Sending love to you all
- B
PS - also, our kitty-corner neighbors got robbed yesterday, while we were home, even, I might have heard them. They had their window open and unlocked, and the screen was pushed in. Scary. We are strongly considering renter's insurance.