Bloom's Day
It's Bloom's Day! My Irish blood would like to step-dance with the other girls at the Starry Plough, but I've heard it's a rather sleazy pub now and besides, with my spine? Who am I kidding?I Oh my dearest James Joyce how I've loved you since the eighth grade when I read Araby for the first time, Destry James sitting behind me pulling my hair and I'm falling into something with him, not realizing it's called Love. Little does he know, now I am 55 , 56 years old in 10 days and i have his poems. which I would love to return to him. If only to see who he turned into .
It's insidious how still winter-like it is here in Northern California. Damp, sometimes downright raining, cold, dank: the adjectives are so Wuthering Heights I can barely stand it, not that I like the heat. I don't. But for the sake of the planet and crops for people, I hope it warms up soon.
I've planted:
three tomatoes, need to buy more starts, put up cages.
six basilico, large leaf
four eggplant: two italian globe & two japanese long.
And then I ran out of money.
Must fix this problem.
Green Beans. Put up Poles.
It was so much better when I was teaching school,
except physically, I was gonna die I was sure.
Oh so overly dramatic.
I've harvested so much mint, my fingers are like a smokers' hand, except green instead of yellow. But the leaves are dry and in two gallon glass jars so far. I've harvested a whole bunch more but I've left it in a bucket of water until tomorrow. There is so much to do.
I pulled the weeds away from the herbaceous border in the front, but I can rest when I want which I couldn't do if I worked for someone else. Then I watered it all. Need to finish the front tomorrow. I've also been organizing the garage where my trunks are full of writing. The garage leaked where they were stacked and i believe they have been ruined. I am afraid to open them.
I go out less and less, according to my body's needs. Except poetry readings where I'm now getting paid a hundred dollars a pop.And Dan R. records the show and it's beautiful and he gives me a master so that I can make copies and sell them. CD or DVD out of the gig. I make astounding music covers listing the musicians and poem-pieces in brilliant color collages. This is good. I am trying to get the caboose spic and span and in a place i can make books more easily and write, of course, and not concern myself with overworking. Sally's coming in the end of September. I want her to have a nice place to stay in.
I have to also put the garden together better so that I may can and freeze food for next year. I wonder if one day they, the Big They will take all the pension away and call us useless species on the planet. I need someone to help me re-learn how to use LJ. You see? I am already demonstrating the lack of tricks... my inability to learn new
tasks. i feel like an ol ' computer, so stupid and unable to learn new code, new grrrr.
I wish could have a paid account again.I think I will ask Ari that is what I'd like for my birthday present. I want to make a serious blog hereL;i That way I can use it as a diary and the other place for writing poems, essays etc for writing.. Gosh, it's the small things that make a person feel good. I loved the connection with Melissa and Violet, Esther, Kathleen. We were sweet. I still use the flowered scarf Melissa sent me, only now I use it at night as well, over my antique lamp to shade the light from Dan when I am up so very late writing.. This is some lamp. So Thirties, I think. The caboose is getting more and more old fashioned. A little time machine. I've been putting away winter so that spring can move in.
And now I should go to bed.
I don't know why my account says I have one friend. Is it the ghost of Live Journal?
(i discovered its C. but i don't know how to acknowledge this. I have forgotten so much LJ stuff. sigh.I will re-learn. I will.)
There is a bird in the bird bath right outside my bedroom window. We put the bed at an angle in the corner and when we open the window the Spring air dances in and the splish-splash of the birds do too.
hello out there...testing testing hello....