Fathers Day No Daddy I searched through poets for a verse, but nothing suited me. Idly speculating I wondered, if you had lived what might I be? Would I still wear the woman I am, or dress in other incarnations? Would you have weathered the storms of my stages, my stations of the cross, our tribulations? Would you have loved me anyway? Sixty years is a long, long time to have had no Daddy on Fathers Day. Daddy, I hardly knew you. Pictures, some artifacts, memory flooded shores are all there is of you, save a brother whose fine features mimic yours. Wait---one thing more--a gesture of celebration, and because you were a good man, this Solstice sun in my open hand.
Entertaining and informative slide Lecture by Yekaterina Barbash, Assistant Curator of the Arts of Ancient Egypt at the Brooklyn Museum, discusses the unique roles of cats and lions in Egyptian everyday life, kingship, mythology as well as the extraordinary exhibition Divine Felines: Cats of Ancient Egypt, which she organized.
Annual Russian Heritage Month
Several Galleries were exhibiting works of Russian Artists and
a photo series of Shamans from the Russian Museum of Ethnography
No sleep last night for no reason, restless legs maybe. Slept through the morning
into early afternoon again (((sigh)))--then--Laugh if you like...I went
to Columbus Avenue hoping to see R. Nemo Hill and Julio M. Perea.
Of course, they were NOT there, but at Lincoln Center Crafts! Last week was the Columbus Crafts. I don't
know how I got it mixed up but I only had enough fare to get home again and
it was too late to walk downtown at 5PM, so I wandered around, chatted
with farm market folk, got freebies for charm and because it was the end
of the day
potato and onion
took the bus home...had some pleasant encounters with strangers,
Even if by the end of the day one has managed to solve most of them, they take their toll.
Off Center Zen Flower
(After a hot night of no sleep, faced a non-functioning stove, an air conditioner not useful until I finally succumbed to pigeon roosting discouragement and installed spikes at a cost of $30 (hurt my heart to deny them), the coffee maker malfunctioned and made a mess that took longer to clean up than the energy left in my body, all sorts of body aches resurfaced with a vengeance, and disturbing mail meant exasperating research and phone calls)