February 7
I am Paul Bunyan
lumberjacking my way
into the week.
Wednesday, February 9, 2011
Sunday, February 6, 2011
Shirley's Soliloquies
February 6
Ever try to say February with crackers in your mouth?
Listened to an interview with Terry Tempest Williams—American author,
naturalist, and conservationist—on NPR’s On Being.
She discussed her book, “Finding Beauty in a Broken World” (2008),
about the art of mosaics. Some things I remembered:
I believe in the beauty of all things broken.
It is as though sunlight has entered the room.
Saturday, February 5, 2011
Shirley's Soliloquies
February 5
Eleanor Moomau , my dad’s cousin, born 1909 on this date.
A feisty former nurse and social worker, she took up painting
in her 80’s. Once, when I visited her in Petersburg, West Virginia,
we crashed a wedding reception – cousins in crime. She
carried a cane, more for emphasis than support.
Rain all day. I visualize
a Puddle Party. Anyone for duck hors d’oeuvres?
Dew drop daiquiris?
Shirley's Soliloquies
February 4
My gym ritual – I grab the elliptical machine in the front row
so I can watch the 3 PM episode of “Cold Case.” I love
the premise of an old murder solved, a soul freed on the
other side. I lose calories, keep my perspective.
Shirley's Soliloquies
February 3
My chiropractor has a Wobble Chair in his Waiting Room,
a seat with physiological merit. On the opposite wall -
pictures of impossible exercises supposedly accomplished
on said chair. I only know I almost fell
off.
Shirley's Soliloquies
February 2
Punxsatawney Phil – no shadow? – early Spring??
Wanna bet somebody bribed him, promised
the whole groundhog clan a trip to Disney World?
Anything to give us hope, a reason to keep
plowing through the endless snows of Winter.
Shirley's Soliloquies
Shirley’s Soliloquies February. 2011
February 1
Gray day, like a dove’s wing
Today, I’m iced in;
I prefer icing!
A pink cake with vanilla frosting –
out jumps Al Pacino!
Winter coats my brain with make-believe.
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