Thursday 9/26
Before dawn
The police precinct across the street woke me with back up beepers, then one blue jay joined in, insistent, on some urgent, avian mission. I limped to the kitchen to grind coffee beans.
The police precinct across the street woke me with back up beepers, then one blue jay joined in, insistent, on some urgent, avian mission. I limped to the kitchen to grind coffee beans.
Friday 9/27
The young folks
They're noise-making, rousting about above and around me. I'll rise when they've gone.
In dream, I turn back to late peaches and squash blossoms in Massachusetts.
Saturday 9/28
A Con Ed outage
yesterday
Both the heavily trafficked New haven line, and Amtrak were affected when a main feeder gave out, resulting in thousands of angry commuters. It may take weeks to repair. Meanwhile they will run one diesel train every hour and extra buses. Plus, traffic jams with all the VIPs in town for the United Nations General Assembly evacuated!
It was a good day to have no where to 'have to' be. With the city emptied out, today is eerily quiet.
I'm feeling isolated.
Both the heavily trafficked New haven line, and Amtrak were affected when a main feeder gave out, resulting in thousands of angry commuters. It may take weeks to repair. Meanwhile they will run one diesel train every hour and extra buses. Plus, traffic jams with all the VIPs in town for the United Nations General Assembly evacuated!
It was a good day to have no where to 'have to' be. With the city emptied out, today is eerily quiet.
I'm feeling isolated.
Sunday 9/29
Just this morning
The chortle of pigeons on my window sill
says to me, 'You are not alone,
not the only life pressed against glass,
The chortle of pigeons on my window sill
says to me, 'You are not alone,
not the only life pressed against glass,
perched precariously.
Monday 9/30
Cora
She carries me along, shifting her weight with my need. Curving into fault lines, she makes the crooked, straight, leads me through the gate, walks beside me silently, and never late for anything, we bide our time together, an invalid and her helpful tree.
"Gawd! I look like Gloria Swanson!"
We watched a repeat of the latest episode of
"Last Tango in Halifax"
It shows Sunday nights on our channel thirteen.
Here's the one minute trailer
Tuesday 10/1
The Name of it is Autumn
by Emily Dickinson
The name -- of it -- is "Autumn" --
The hue -- of it -- is Blood --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --
Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --
An Artery -- upon the Hill --
A Vein -- along the Road --
Great Globules -- in the Alleys --
And Oh, the Shower of Stain --
When Winds -- upset the Basin --
And spill the Scarlet Rain --
