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What's So Standard About Standard Time? [Nov. 1st, 2015|06:00 pm]
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Due to transportation issues my weekly shopping trip had to be postponed until tomorrow. I'm only entirely out of one thing, and that can be worked around, so the only real problem is the disruption to my schedule. Tomorrow I'll have to remember that I have to shop, and that it isn't Sunday. That's not as easy as it sounds. Pretty much everything I do is arranged around a pattern of some sort, and the pattern's disruption tends to have a cascade effect.

There was disruption today, too, as the change led me to forget to eat lunch, and when I realized this a short time ago I ate a couple of cookies because dinner was going to take some time to cook and I was starving. Now I'll have to delay dinner because the cookies took the edge off of my appetite. My lack of self-discipline appalls me.

Although it has been overcast all day, the rain that was predicted has not yet arrived. There was a bit of damp on the leaves this morning, but that might have been mere dew. As it hasn't rained I'd have gotten to the store without getting soaked, had I been able to go. There's also supposed to be rain tomorrow, so I'm guessing I'll get soaked then. I'm clearly the victim of a conspiracy by the weather gods. Don't I do enough for them? Why are they so unappreciative? Now I know how Job felt. Sort of.

We got through Halloween without seeing a single trick-or-treater again. I'm beginning to think that if I'm ever to see a Halloween costume again I'll have to wear it myself. There's probably a lot of candy going begging out there, too, because the kids didn't. Had I known there would be no competition I could have improvised a clever costume and gone out myself. I could have gone as an Internet troll, for example, or maybe as Hillary Clinton's missing e-mails.

The near-darkness at five o'clock was a bit distressing, as usual. The older I get the more I dislike the time change. I'm glad I won't have to go through it again until spring. With any luck I'll be so demented by then that I won't even notice that the time is changing.




Sunday Verse



Boys in Dresses


by Yusef Komunyakaa


We were The Hottentot Venus
Draped in our mothers' dresses,
Wearing rouge & lipstick,
Pillows tucked under floral
& print cloth, the first day of spring,
As we balanced on high heels.
Women sat in a circle talking
About men; the girls off
Somewhere else, in other houses.
We felt the last kisses
Our mothers would give us
On the mouth. Medusa
Wound around our necks
As we wore out the day's
Cantillations. They gazed at us
& looked into their own eyes
Before the water broke, remembering
How we firstborn boys loved
Them from within, cleaved
Like silver on the backs of mirrors.
Would we grow into merciful
Men, less lead in our gloves?
That afternoon lives in the republic
Of our bones, when we were girlish
Women in a hermetic council
Of milky tea & teacakes.
Dragonflies nudged window screens.
When we stepped out
Wearing an ecstasy of hues,
Faceless wolf whistles
& catcalls heated the air.
Azaleas buzzed as we went
House to house. Soon we'd be
Responsible for the chambered
Rapture honeycombed in flesh
& would mourn something lost.
It was harder than running
Naked down a double line
Of boys in those patriarchal woods,
Belts singing against our skins.

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