Every winter, we drag a tree into our living room and hang things on it. Every winter, I find this fascinating...
And this winter, there's a new generation of squirrels in our backyard. This set is less mischievous than the last one. Instead of raiding the compost bin, they seem more intent upon striking cute-assed poses on our fence posts and allogrooming one another in the slate-grey shades of evening.
Tomorrow night is going to be a long, long night. Longest of the year, in fact. And so it begins...
A stand of Chataqua pines, where Janelle's gaze is falling right about now. And last night, while EB slept, I fell asleep reading the words of Johnny Cash as he droned on and on about his Arkansas childhood: "Our cotton was of the Delta Pine variety, so called because its long fibers...reminded whoever named it of pine needles."
For a weekend trip, Janelle & the baby are in Boulder, Colorado - the place where J & I first met under a rented caterer's tent. It's also where we went to grad school, rescued certain daffodils from frost & sat in endless meditations...I think it was Cezanne who once said "Life is a rainbow of chaos."
Today, at the odds & ends store, I bought $3 worth of screws. Do you know how many screws that is? A lot. Roughly a pint. With actual money, I also purchased Cash, by Johnny Cash, a roughed-up copy of M. Lesy's Wisconsin Death Trip, the photo-book, & a straight-edge paper cutter - the kind I used in my high school Graphic Arts/Industrial Arts classes. And outside, the snow is beating down the whole suffering hepcat universe.
It occurs to me tonight that Nicola Appert was a boy on a far-off shore, tossing message bottles into the surf...except instead of bottles, he tossed cans. And instead of messages, his cans contained food. And instead of the surf, he tossed his cans into time itself. Did you know that the word "can" derives from the Latin word "canna," which means cane or reed?
