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A Break, a Palpable Break [Jan. 24th, 2016|07:53 pm]
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A cool but partly sunny afternoon made for a pleasant trip to the stores, and a major football game being played today kept the stores themselves fairly quiet, so I got in and out with a minimum of fuss. Also one of the sale items that I had thought was only available on Friday when I couldn't go was actually on sale all weekend, so. My only complaint is that I ended up spending way too much money altogether. But there is now plenty of kitty litter and there are also donuts, so again, so. Plus I replaced the candy bar that Portia hid from me last week and which I still haven't found. The new one is safely ensconced in a drawer which, I'm fairly certain, she cannot open.

But my sleeping schedule is totally catawampus, and I don't know how I will be able to be awake from eight o'clock in the morning until perhaps as late as six o'clock in the evening tomorrow, which is the gaping window of opportunity with which AT&T has provided itself for sending someone out to check into the problem with my telephone line. Fortunately I have not lost service today, though the Internets connection was down for awhile last night during the heaviest part of the rain. It began raining again just after sunset this evening, but it's a light rain so far and isn't interfering with the line. Still I should make this entry brief, just in case. I hope that whatever gets done tomorrow will fix the problem for good— or at least until the next time squirrels decide to use my telephone cable as a chew toy or a shortcut between my roof and the utility pole.




Sunday Verse



Wandered Far


by Edith L. Tiempo


(The sea is warm and tidy
In my body
In jug and jar
Wide water wandered far.)

Late afternoon is best.
Clear droplets shower
From the sprinkler and the hose,
And the garden is drenched,
The porous soil quenched
From the dripping spatter
Of the begonias and the tall rose-
Stems; sprays of sanderiana
Lift up each gorgeous corolla,
And moist on the ground in bordered rows
The pied buds of portulaca.
The sun is in the west.

I think of a horse somewhere
In some pouring rain,
His heat steaming, his skin bathed cool,
Of my dog giddy in puddle water,
Of sparrows and their tweet and flutter
On a bird bat; of an empty lair,
The hairy hotbed of the deer,
Who trots off through the green lane
To the knife-cold edge of the pool,
Meeting his bowed shadow there,
Tongue and throat drenching, slaking
In the drowsy forest.

It is the sea in us,
From the deep cobalt
Brine, through tortuous
Springs, waters that roam.
Rising as vapor, cloud, and mist,
Falling as showers and rains
To lave our breathing
Lest we parch and perish,
For we crawled off the sea bringing
The cupful in our veins
And the memory to cherish:
Life and color
Gurgling in the garden hose.

The sea in us
(It has been years and years),
The old mark of our water home:
Salt in our wounds, the wet salt
Of our body's humors.

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[User Picture]From: daisydumont
2016-01-25 04:20 am (UTC)
Litter + donuts = win! Portia stole your candy bar, though? She's a sneaky pie, isn't she?
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2016-01-25 08:19 am (UTC)
It's probably secreted under or behind some piece of furniture. But at least she hasn't aggravated the crime by burying the candy bar in her litter box. Not yet, anyway.
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[User Picture]From: zyzyly
2016-01-25 05:01 am (UTC)
That's a big window of time to wait. I thought there was a maximum four-hour window that they had to give you.

I love that poem. I think I will use a portion in the introduction to my fluids and electrolytes lecture next month.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2016-01-25 08:27 am (UTC)
Comcast and PG&E both set up four hour windows, but AT&T is apparently more disorganized.

I've only just recently become aware of Edith Tiempo's poetry, though she was published as early as the mid-1960s and died in 2011.
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