Monday, November 22, 2010

Day 326



I'm going to try to reestablish my routine. This morning I went up to the Coop early and did the puzzle before work. I think it gets me going in the morning.






It was raining this morning, raining and cold; it felt like it could ice up. By the time I got out of work it was still misty and rainy like, but much warmer. It's supposed to be warm and rainy all week long. November is going to leap out in that bleakness, too. I know, I'm supposed to give November a break, and we are now in Sagittarius, but I have to tell you all, I am depressed.







Today I am very grateful for the allies I have in the workplace. If they weren't there I'd be gone. I would have walked out the door and quit this morning, but the fact is that I do work with good people doing ethical respectful work.

Sunday, November 21, 2010

Day 325: Emma Worth's Birthday



Today is Emma's 10th birthday. Every year she and I have gone down to the mall to get her a pretty dress, a smoothie and a few other little things. Sometimes we get a haircut or a new toy. Today we got a new dress, three new pairs of tights, new shoes, a necklace, a manicure and a pedicure (both of us got pedicures in Mom's honor). Ten is an odd age, it's tucked between little girl and older girl. She choose everything, she decided on colors that matched and lengths of chains, and which shoes were best for her dress. I think she did a great job.




She decided she wanted both a manicure and a pedicure and chose a beautiful shade of nail polish to go with her dress. And then we went to China Gourmet for dinner.






In the end we came back here and got her balloons, they are so cool. I love big bouquets of balloons.




The Mall was so other today. It really was like a big disco in spots. I didn't get overwhelmed until the very end, but I just felt like I'd entered a different world that I'm not made for at all. And even though I know that Emma at least can fit into normal size clothes and shoes, I hope she never feels completely comfortable in that world either.

Saturday, November 20, 2010

Day 324:



I drove to the airport first thing this morning. When I left the house it looked like it was going to snow. On the way home I stopped and got breakfast and came out of Friendly's to a sunny day. About 10 more miles into Massachusetts the clouds were fascinating, the light was amazing and there I was alone in the car again. I took a couple. Sorry everyone, I couldn't resist; and of course they aren't any good. Oh well.......





All I really want to do is hide away in some beach house, smell the sea air and listen to the wind blow and surf crash. If I could go somewhere and work on my show for a week, that would be good, wouldn't it?





I walked through the Coop today with a bouquet of ten beautiful balloons. It's so much fun to do cause everyone smiles.



I reread January today. One of things I did that first month was list all of the things I had learned that month. I wish I had kept that up. In November I have learned that winter light is more difficult to shoot in, but in someways when you succeed it is more gratifying. Ah, the human spirit, it is so consistent.

Friday, November 19, 2010

Day 323: Paul Whiton's birthday



The Influence on Music

He sees notes he wrote for his wife.
Notes that curl together
moving from a low register to a high one,
rapidly in a way only the most fluent
flutist can play.
Notes like staccato dancers move across
the stage dressed in midnight blue
tights and gold spotted tunics.
What were the influences that helped
irony swarm from note to note?

Clever child reaching for God
in a sycamore tree - afraid to come down.
His Grandmother calls to him, “Please dear,
come down.” But he stays high in the tree.
Tears falling from his large brown eyes.
Afraid he’ll fall. Knowing his
Grandmother cannot come up
in her French cotton floral dress.
She cannot remove her heavy black shoes,
her silk stockings, nor pull her dress up
tucked in its belt
Climb up to him,
carry him down.
She pleads with him to muster
the courage to hold onto the limb.
“Feel with your feet for the lower limb,
slowly nudge your body down the trunk.”
Then asks him to repeat this action until
she can reach him and hold him
“Please Pete.” she tries again.

Forty years later he comes out of a room in Carcasonne,
spies his two middle children
carefully walking the medieval walls
of the fortress. His 7 year old
daughter, up there high
with her older brother, she is laughing with him
trying to keep up and follow not only
his footsteps, but his fantasy
fighting the Spaniards, protecting
the Normans, commanding his
armored army to follow him
onward, high up on the wall.
Father is afraid of the height
his children have forged.
He cannot climb the wall of stone
in his bucks and carry
his young daughter down. Will she
get stuck when she sees how far down
she has to jump?
He is paralyzed as they laugh.

His daughter does not fall nor stop to worry
about spraining an ankle nor dirtying
her white cotton shirt.
She was confused by her father’s fear.
His son took his sister up a wall of an ancient fortress.
Never thought he couldn’t help her down.
He could do anything for her.
He could protect her from anything
but their father’s fears and the complexity
of a suite written for flute.

Can the audience hear the highs and low of
the musical suite written for flute?
Can we find his fear of heights,
his closeness to God or
his frivolous laughing children?
Can we find his love for his children?
For his son’s imagination and his courage?
Can we find his love for his wife’s precision with
an instrument that shrills if nor played right?
Can we hear the influences that cause
his notes to swirl and dance,
flickering across one’s ear?





Thursday, November 18, 2010

Day 322



This was the Day of the Duck. I just spent five hours in a car in order to pick up an injured duck at Tufts Animal Hospital in Westborough, MA. Oh it is true that Swimmer is no ordinary duck. When the attendants brought her out to the waiting room where all of the people with their dogs and cats were sitting around, Swimmer quacked when she saw Emma and put her head into Emma's chest. Everyone went, "AHHHHH!!!!" It really was cute and I did not have my camera on me, I'd left it in the car. Oh well......

Swimmer was nervous when we began home, but we placed her on a soft bedding in the way back of the car and Emma sang to her. She fell asleep. She woke up one other time and squacked, but Emma stroked her and sang more and she went back to sleep. You asked, "what does one sing to comfort a duck?" The answer is "Three Little Ducklings" and "Tender Duckings," two famous lullabyes that I am sure you all know. Halfway home we began to write/compose the operetta about the duck named Swimmer.

Now she is in a nestlike environment with Nanna nursing her with raw honey and something else to keep the infection away. She is on antibiotics and for a week she will hang upstairs in her human made nest. They believe a coyote got them and that it is amazing she got away. They have to keep all of the other chickens penned up for the winter; the coyote knows they are there now.

I'm exhausted, but grateful. I also did not get to take very many shots today, but here are a couple to end the day. The moral of the day is that love comes in many forms. And the TUfts Animal Hospital is wonderful.





Wednesday, November 17, 2010

Day 321



Certainty of Death
On a cold March Connecticut night,
Snow falling
Thunder echoing
My father collapsed - died.
Bob and I held each other.
Screamed loud and long until
I could walk back into the kitchen
load the dishwasher
clean off the table.

Nine years later
on an icy
December day,
I walked quietly into
Bob’s bedroom. In spite
of his blindness he could
tell it was me.
My confusion about death
slipped away that gray night
with his fragile body.

Since then many more have died.
I held my dogs
as they slipped out of their bodies,
rendering them useless.
Their souls come find me
whenever I need them

I cannot ask all things to
revive themselves in spring.
Nor can I demand that all
trees begin to grow buds
again in April
I have felt
the maroon edges of the
mountains in November.
I have felt the collapse of safety,
the feeling of other’s pain
undaunted by
my somber warmth.











These wonderful birds were attacked and the 2 chickens killed today. Rest in peace you guys.

Swimmer, the duck, seems to be making it but was hurt badly. Please send her positive thoughts.

Please send them for Emma, too, who is missing her pets already.

Tuesday, November 16, 2010

Day 320



I wake up this morning in an airport conference center in Rhode Island and I realize I have spent most of my adult life poor because I have loved what I was doing and that after 27 years of being poor and fighting and fighting and fighting, I don't love it any more. My passion is gone. Now I'm afraid that that is coming from a place deep in my grieving soul and not from a real truth, but at the moment it feels like a truth. What I do know is that one cannot do this work without being passionate about it. It just takes too much energy.



Oh my God, there I was in another conference center with mediocre food, bad lighting and fake air talking about the same things we were talking about before Clinton was president. AHHHHH, too hard!!!!



So I left a little early and came home to my own backyard just before the sun set. I'm happy to be home. I need to go hibernate in my own bed. Tomorrow I will be brighter.