I may have mentioned a few dozen times that my very husband is on the very Amazon right now, as we virtually speak. I am caught between being proud and telling people in a show off way and thinking WTF, here I am at home perfectly happy and is he the crazy or sane one. I mean, it's complex.
Since he left I have done a few things. In no particular order.
1. Yesterday I removed cactus thorns from a Western box turtle's face.
I used tweezers and why he didn't pull his head in was a good question.
2. I have watered and kept things alive. This sounds short but takes long.
3. I hugged the major the first time since Joan Logghe Day. He was wearing
a white suit.
4. I watched, with my son, daughter-in-law, and grandkid the procession of 150 folk artists from 54 countries.
5. I went to a movie with my grandson called Brave. It was sort of a girl movie but
enough stupid violence to keep him entertained.
6. I got my third pedicure from the Vietnamese poet. That too is complex.
7. I heard Willa Roberts sing Baltic folk songs twice and was as proud as if she
were my own kid. She did say once that Elaine and I were second mothers.
My first memory has her on a quilt we made, lying on her back, grooving to the music at Laurie's belly dance class. It was love at first sight. Her voice is stunning and she lives in New York.
8. I have sewn at least fifty PoemHolders, made a postcard about them, and been very happy with my new Japanese fabrics.
9. Started a poetry class with a dozen students. It filled so fast I never sent out a call. They are wonderful.
10. Got in touch with the minister who married Mike and me at the "Church of What's Happening Baby" as my brother calls it, or The Glide Memorial Methodist. I found him after seeing the exhibit at the Folk Art, Gamon, art from the Japanese Internment camps. It brought tears to my eyes and I thought of Lloyd Wake who lived in such a place, Marion, his wife and colleague of mine in 1971, did too. They are alive and in a retirement community in San Francisco. I sent him Twenty Years in Bed (though it has been Forty) and a Poem Holder made especially.
11. I made 22 jars of Post poet-laureate apricot preserves.
12. I wrote an obituary for Gary Eckard and a poem for Dion, two deaths of the near and dear, and two songs still looking for tunes.
13. Now they have announced Jon Davis of IAIA, Mazel Tov to him. Please ask me something besides how I am doing as emeritus kicks in, cause I really don't know.
That's plenty. I feel as if there is nothing to do now that I am Post PL. Oh, I did hear from my high school and then again college boyfriend. He dumped me FIRST, and then I dumped him. We've been sweetly back in touch a little. I like the internet for it brought me Lloyd Wake, my old boyfriend, my college roommate, and it settles arguments I would be having if Mike were not on the AMAZON!