Tuesday, September 30, 2008

4th week of September

Very dry. But cool and lovely. 80s for a high, mid-50s for a low. Sunny. Not a lot of wind. We bird-watched in G's yard (yellow songbirds in the fading sunflowers). Then we had a picnic at the co-op, and took a Sunday drive West on I-40 and south from Tijeras, climbing up into the mountains, stopping off to take a long lazy walk through a canyon. A place that gathers water and has several stands of cattails (as unlikely as that seems to me). Sat near a pool of water under the shelter cottonwood & pinon & juniper & oak, and watched a dainty skittish flock of Townsend Solitaires drink and watch for bugs.

I miss the poets. A lot. (Hey, where did everybody go?!) I got one person's card: http://www.catkidd.com/Site/Welcome.html

And a name to look up. Awww. Those canadians!
Sheri-D Wilson!! "Spinsters Hanging in Trees" (YouTube)
Her Space (Alberta as a Woman)
Panty Portal just a part of it. teaseeeee.

wearing mismatched socks
I suddenly saw my feet
as distinct creatures.

Surprises in my tiny back yard: asters! Killed 2 large brown grasshoppers. Having to water by hand since I got that staggering surprise water bill a few weeks back.

Wednesday, September 24, 2008

A Blur

"A call to arms: How to handle the fury brought on by this election? Register voters, hit the streets, pray. Stop talking about her. Talk about Obama."

Mary sent me the Annie Lamott piece from Salon.com this morning... it was like rain on dry ground.

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Beyond that, I feel like I'm losing my grip on time and space...

Sam the baby. Fran & Stoney's bambino. When was he born?! I've already lost track. Gloria and I mused and counted on our fingers. We thing the answer is the wee hours of Wednesday morning, Sept 17th [2008].

This past Sunday, Sept 20th, we took a ride out to Sandia Man Cave. 3 hours and we were both restored. nurtured. soothed by early pinons and very old sharp rocks. Oddly, the public television station at the Manzanares household was playing a special on the Sandias. One of only five places on the planet where the earth's crust is thinning, along a fault line where the continent is still slowing pulling apart. On the west side, the mountains are granite, pushed up and folded. And there is a mysterious layer which cannot currently be accounted for in terms of known geological events. It is called, I kid you not, the Great Unconformity. (In googling this, I stumble on the Earth Science Picture of the day. very nice)

When did the new VP of Enrollment Services start? (August 1st. ish.) The Reign of Terror. G said that Friday's meeting was like watching a bully skewer and torture a bug on a pin. [Can it only have been 6 weeks?!]

  • Friday Joy Park put an Out of the Blue gift on my doorstep!
  • When did Meredith start? [Later, Dot comes across that welcome email from Becky. Answer: Monday Sept 8th, 2008 ]
  • When was Kerry's last day? [ As Dot pins down Meredith, she can back up counting on her fingers... because Kerry's final day was the Friday before Meredith... Sept 5th. ]
  • Last week, my attempts to be kind to others by cooking LSJ & T a meal went awry in the manner of a gentle domestic comedy. Thursday Sept. 18th we had Vicki and Darcy over for dinner. Friday night, Linda, Teresa, Rose and Mwadi.
  • Sunday I talked to my mother awhile.
  • Late Sunday afternoon, after our drive/ hike, we visited/ went to the 66 Diner with her parents. They didn't fight. She took pictures of them. We all laughed a lot. Renting bathing suits. Pick up lines for the cardboard stand-up Bette Boop ("Hey, remember me?"). The doctor saying bring me a doughnut. About her father swimming to Okinawa. Me saying "Inside every old person is a young person wondering what happened."

Am a third of the way through Darwin's Century by Loren Eiseley. Stopped and felt the urge, which I followed up on, to ready Fahrenheit 451 by Ray Bradbury. Read that last night.

Wildflower by the side of the trail.
Sandias. 9/21/08

Tuesday, September 23, 2008


juggernaut - 1. (often lowercase) any large, overpowering, destructive force or object, as war, a giant battleship, or a powerful football team.
2. (often lowercase) anything requiring blind devotion or cruel sacrifice.
3. Also called Jagannath. an idol of Krishna, at Puri in Orissa, India, annually drawn on an enormous cart under whose wheels devotees are said to have thrown themselves to be crushed.

dystopia - society characterized by human misery, as squalor, oppression, disease and overcrowding.

1. any violent upheaval, esp. one of a social or political nature.
2.Physical Geography. a sudden and violent physical action producing changes in the earth's surface. an extensive flood; deluge.


Friday, September 19, 2008

Third Week of September 2008

Robert & Leslie have returned from their Costa Rica trip.

The stock market is crashing & being bailed out. On the heels of the mortgage industry crises and sudden precipitous rises in global gas and oil prices.

McCain picked Alaska Governor Sarah Palin for a running mate. A move I found insulting and frustrating -- suddenly enlivening his presidential bid for all the wrong reasons.

I was able to wear shoes again today. Who knew you could really get sick of flip flops?! My right pinky toe is healing nicely after that --oops-- miss with the pitch fork (two weeks ago?).

This past weekend, attended the STIR poetry festival. It was a life-time high.

Ditto (last weekend):
Linda and Teresa moved to a new house, with help from 12 women and a UHaul. That was last Sunday. Such a swirl of events...

Gloria's job at an all-time low. The rats are winning...

Monday, September 8, 2008

Second Week of September 2008

Weather: very dry, but mild days with cool nights. 59 degrees this morning. Highs in the 80s.

G & I snagged a few red rocks Saturday. Iron oxide? Sandy gritty things.

Did she photograph it? She had a perfect tomato the size of a sugar bowl in her largely neglected garden. She thought it was going to be rotten from sitting on the ground, but it was maybe the best tomato I've ever eaten in my life. Tender, sweet and juicy.

We sat in her yard in the shade and tried to catch a closer look at the tiny birds in and around her sunflower forest with binoculars. How do I invoke them? How fast they move? How restless? How quick? How well they blend in? And how none of them really looked like the photos in the bird book.

A pair (of young?) hummingbirds buzzed us several times. Then zoomed in to rest very briefly in the elm branches above our heads.

Gloria climbed the golden delicious tree. Reaching, twisting, stretching. Branches grabbing at her hair, poking her shirt. She laughed later. Hadn't done that in a long time: climbed the apple tree. I stood down on the ground pointing her to the biggest prettiest ones. We were a clumsy comedy team with the big yellow ladder. And the tree seemed to have a will of its own, ready to protect itself from our advances. There was a branch blocking every angle.

Rose bushes on sale. Hope they make it into the dirt. G got a 1 gal and a 3 gal. We picked them for fragrance. Some old-fashioned pinks. Probably quaking in their pots at the sight of Rose Neophytes.

I spent a few minutes in my own yard. And found a tomato horn worm. (Then very gradually, another. Four total!)