Inn on Lake Superior, looking out the window at the emerging horizon
line. Wonderful, beautiful, spectacular. Marred, however, by the TV
on in the background. TVs are now flat-screen.
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David
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David
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Finally, back towards the original boulevard elm. But no--the leaders
fly over and past, some other objective luring. As the leading edge of
the group passes the tree, members of the back land in the upper
branches, and begin to chatter en masse. Those who had been the
leaders now are the stragglers called home.
Bus arrives.
At the YWCA, the spruces are silent. When I arrive earlier in the
morning, those trees are alive with the festive cackling of a flock of
birds. Perhaps also grackles, though I imagine chickadees. And now
wonder if I will ever see a flock burst out of the spruces.
Now much later in the day, I am at the Walker with Dorothea. It is a
free first Saturday. Dorothea wanted to see the Frida Kahlo exhibit.
There is a forty- five minute wait in line. I left. We'll meet up
again when she is through.
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David
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Sitting in Starbuck's. I hate ordering at Starbuck's. There is
low-in-the-sky, small, far away looking moon, with a prominent planet
nearby. Wonder if I will remember to look on my weather calendar?
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David
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Last night, I watched Gossip Girl with Madeline and Liam. Obvious adults (supposedly teenagers) cavorting in a pool, scantily clad, drinking, taking other drugs, being sexually intimate. A guy hits his head and falls into the pool. 911. Now they are all in trouble because the pool is the school pool. But I must say that I was impressed with the choices and turns. People end up doing "the right things." If they had be true to reality, those kids would not have called 911.
A few days ago, I sent an email to livingdot.com, my internet provider. I was wondering about upgrading to MT 4.1. I know it is a total makeover from MT 3.2, and am not sure that I want to go through with it. They do have WordPress now. So I think that they are going to install both and I can experiment.
Dorothea is at a funeral. A nun friend of her died just before New Year's, suddenly, of a heart attack, while baking bread. The woman was 68. Sounds like the nun, Aggie, was a mentor to Dorothea when Dorothea was in her early twenties; Aggie introduced Dorothea to migrants.
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