January 2
2020
2018 Oxford
Snuck into the Bodleian
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Below is a review for 2014. I like re-reading it, so here's another. In 2017, I wrote no entries in Feb and March. I was working, taking classes, and making plans to enter the Life Nomadic. Apparently I had no time to write!
Jan: I delivered my rent check and he said, "So, it's 2017 and the world hasn't come to an end."
Apr: We put 5 more boxes in his storage unit in the basement of the building, and he fingered the chicken wire that separates his space from his neighbor's: it has come loose from the staples that moor it to the flimsy wooden framework.
May: I'm sitting in a lovely hilltop house in Petaluma CA, listening to baroque music on Spotify, watching the gentle coastal hills across the way.
• When I came back from Australia, I was loath to do my trip laundry.
Jun: Years ago, I saw a picture of a young woman walking a pack of dogs of all shapes, colors, and sizes.
• We were talking about making music, versus playing notes.
Jul: Years ago I read a book by Rebecca Solnit about walking.
• In looking for community activities, I came across the Claremont Forum.
Aug: Five days ago, hundreds of white nationalists, neo-Nazis and their ilk descended upon Charlottesville, VA, population 49K, to protest the removal of a civic statue of Confederate General Robert E. Lee.
• "You are wearing your smug hat," she said to him.
Sep: The GWR train from Paddington to Plymouth goes through green hills and along the southern coast.
• I just re-read one of my private blogs, the blogs where I talk critically of people whom I love, where I question relationships, where I whine even more unbearably than I do in the public blogs.
• I got up early to let the dogs out and do some tutoring.
• I am walking directly into a bright westering sun which has the effect of dimming my vision.
Oct: As I travel around, I'm popping into other people's lives and then out again.
• So, now I've lived through a hurricane too!
• A neighbor with two dogs has been taking me on the twice daily walks, and tomorrow we’re driving to another location.
Nov: I was talking with R about a possible writing project.
• People think I'm looking better and that I seem to be healthier.
Dec I'm sitting on the couch next to the snoring dogs, wearing the sweater I've just finished knitting.
Cerrillos hills trail
On a warm January:
No need for a coat.
Umm, I bought that seed
For the local wild birdies,
Not the wild foxes.
In the cold morning sunlight
I scrape the windscreen
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| Returned home to snow And a non-working furnace. Huddled in blankets. |
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| Outside the Storytelling Museum |
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| The Hogwarts infirmary, aka Bodleian Divinity School |
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| Bodley’s iron strongbox, more locks for Lynn Hernandez |
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| Christopher Wren’s door |
Jan: I delivered my rent check and he said, "So, it's 2017 and the world hasn't come to an end."
Apr: We put 5 more boxes in his storage unit in the basement of the building, and he fingered the chicken wire that separates his space from his neighbor's: it has come loose from the staples that moor it to the flimsy wooden framework.
May: I'm sitting in a lovely hilltop house in Petaluma CA, listening to baroque music on Spotify, watching the gentle coastal hills across the way.
• When I came back from Australia, I was loath to do my trip laundry.
Jun: Years ago, I saw a picture of a young woman walking a pack of dogs of all shapes, colors, and sizes.
• We were talking about making music, versus playing notes.
Jul: Years ago I read a book by Rebecca Solnit about walking.
• In looking for community activities, I came across the Claremont Forum.
Aug: Five days ago, hundreds of white nationalists, neo-Nazis and their ilk descended upon Charlottesville, VA, population 49K, to protest the removal of a civic statue of Confederate General Robert E. Lee.
• "You are wearing your smug hat," she said to him.
Sep: The GWR train from Paddington to Plymouth goes through green hills and along the southern coast.
• I just re-read one of my private blogs, the blogs where I talk critically of people whom I love, where I question relationships, where I whine even more unbearably than I do in the public blogs.
• I got up early to let the dogs out and do some tutoring.
• I am walking directly into a bright westering sun which has the effect of dimming my vision.
Oct: As I travel around, I'm popping into other people's lives and then out again.
• So, now I've lived through a hurricane too!
• A neighbor with two dogs has been taking me on the twice daily walks, and tomorrow we’re driving to another location.
Nov: I was talking with R about a possible writing project.
• People think I'm looking better and that I seem to be healthier.
Dec I'm sitting on the couch next to the snoring dogs, wearing the sweater I've just finished knitting.
2014 Cerrillos
On a warm January:
No need for a coat.
For the local wild birdies,
Not the wild foxes.
When the bears show up I'll bring in the feeders but for now...after all, being a fox myself I have to be hospitable
Tiny stars glitter2013
In the cold morning sunlight
I scrape the windscreen
2010
Walked out of the last 15 minutes of The Bad Lieutenant. It's a great movie (Herzog channels the Coen bros) and Nicolas Cage is awesome, but it was unrelentingly Noir. Not how I want to start my New Year. Now if it were Pinot Noir....
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