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New(ish) [Jan. 8th, 2017|06:16 pm]
rejectomorph
It's a good thing I got the shopping done Friday, as it has been raining almost constantly for over forty hours now, and for the last few hours there has been furious wind as well. I'm a bit surprised that the power hasn't gone out yet, but here we are with electric lights and the furnace still working. Hoping our luck holds.

The new(ish) computer is working now, too, though I still haven't gotten email set up. There is also a new (and larger) monitor, which is going to take some getting used to. I haven't used it to look at my photos yet, as those are still trapped on the other computer, but the photos I have seen on the Internets are quite impressive. I must download the latest version of Irfanview so I'll have something to look at my own with, once I've rescued them from digital oblivion.

I did go look at YouTube videos for awhile, and because I was offline for several days, sparing my bandwidth, I indulged myself with some high definition versions. Very nice. The old computer was having trouble with videos, but now they run smoothly and without interruptions.

Oh, and I must remember to download a PDF viewer. And Winamp. And probably other stuff I can't recall offhand. Stuff I won't miss until I need it.

Something I need right now is dinner, as I've been dealing with the new machine all day and totally forgot to eat anything aside from a couple of granola bars around noon. Then television. I hope the TV screen doesn't seem too small after using this enormous thing all day.




Sunday Verse



Aunties


by Kevin Young


There's a way a woman
will not
relinquish

her pocketbook
even pulled
onstage, or called up

to the pulpit—
there's a way only
your Auntie can make it

taste right—
rice & gravy
is a meal

if my late Great Aunt
Toota makes it—
Aunts cook like

there's no tomorrow
& they're right.
Too hot

is how my Aunt Tuddie
peppers everything,
her name given

by my father, four, seeing
her smiling in her crib.
There's a barrel

full of rainwater
beside the house
that my infant father will fall

into, trying to see
himself—the bottom—
& there's his sister

Margie yanking him out
by his hair grown long
as superstition. Never mind

the flyswatter they chase you
round the house
& into the yard with

ready to whup the daylights
out of you—
that's only a threat—

Aunties will fix you
potato salad
& save

you some. Godmothers,
godsends,
Aunts smoke like

it's going out of style—
& it is—
make even gold

teeth look right, shining.
saying I'll be
John, with a sigh. Make way

out of no way—
keep they key
to the scale that weighed

the cotton, the cane
we raised more
than our share of—

If not them, then who
will win heaven?
holding tight

to their pocketbooks
at the pearly gates
just in case.

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Comments:
[User Picture]From: zyzyly
2017-01-09 04:36 am (UTC)
I still remember Sluggo.
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[User Picture]From: flying_blind
2017-01-09 12:38 pm (UTC)
Sluggo is still sitting in his spot in the corner. Butch has been removed to another room to make space for the new(ish) computer, which as yet is unnamed. Gladys, the old laptop, is with Butch. Someday I'll have to rid myself of these obsolete machines.
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