Fall Is In The Air ... Along With Words.

TODAY I am thinking of taking on new challenges and remembering in time - before tomorrow - that today is self-portrait Wednesday. I love red. I love books. So this is a good place to be taking my self-portrait. Finally one without a triple chin showing!
Maybe I am perusing this shelf because I know November is coming all too soon, and with it will come NaNoWriMo. This year I already have decided what to write about. I decided last month or the month before. And I put the idea of what to write about into a safe brain cell. One that, right now, is inaccessible! It was something I've always wanted to write about. An idea I had a long time ago. Ah! Something is coming back. I think I've remembered, but no clues tonight. You will have to wait until tomorrow - or November.
Today, Sept. 2, 2009, for the record, I got a tetanus shot at the doctor's office. They are so good about reminding you what is due. Good, quick shot; sore arm.
And I've been training the person who will take over my old job. She is smart and quick and will do well and I can go on to my new job in a peaceful, quiet office. Where I can s.h.u.t. the door, if I want. I think I hear my sanity calling!
I love this blog. Where else can I keep track of my life so well? Where else am I so dedicated?

- W.D. SNODGRASS -
These lilies, if these things are waterlilies
Which are dancers growing dim across no floor;
These mayflies; whirled dust orbiting in the sun;
This blossoming diffused as rushlights; galactic vapours;
Fluorescence into which we pass and penetrate;
O soft as the thighs of women;
O radiance, into which I go on dying . . . .

femminismo
P.S. Full disclosure: came back to edit and correct one mis-typed word in the poem. Snodgrass must have been rolling in his grave!

Cold Outside ... With a Big Moon.

THE moon is getting fuller each evening and tonight the sky is clear and the temperature is dropping. It's 42 degrees out now and sure to go down a little bit more before the night is over.
I have a journal page picture here. The entire journal page consists of a tiny obituary photo I really liked and a poem I found by W.D. Snodgrass.
It is only one stanza of the poem, but it really stood out.
The Mister is in a little pain tonight (after his knee surgery), but that was to be expected. Another pain pill before bed and he should be good for the night. One more day of elevation and ice and he can take up ballet again. ; )
A friend at work, JoAnn, loaned me a book by one of my favorite New Yorker contributing artists Maira Kalman. The book is "The Principles of Uncertainty," and it is wonderful. You can read it in one evening, but you will want to stare at the pictures a long time and admire her knowledge of places, food and people. She must be quite a collector too, of many odd things. If you go to her Web site, check out the "Elements of Style" movie. French music!!
I hope you see the moon wherever you are tonight ... or tomorrow - femminismo