so this is has been a happy winter

with dreams that are finished

on a beach, somewhere far away

where you and I are

letting go of birds

because the keeping of them

inside our coats

is painful and not worth doing

I hope you come back

I have writer’s block, which sucks.

there’s a new post at….

although later I’m thinking I should write a birthday poem….Life In the Present

We found the open window

to escape from and it was late;

the hem of my dress caught on the little nails

around the windowsill.

Your tie was undone as we both

dropped to the ground.

We woke the birds up

and all the feathers

came loose from their places.

We ran down the drive,

our champagne glasses were spilling;

it began to rain.

It was my birthday.

Finally, after lots of hemming and hawing and perhaps a smidge of dawdling, there will now be some posting here (of poem type stuff) and here Life in the Present (all the other crap). Just in case, anyone is still out there….

my heart is a rock

on some riverbed somewhere

the fish fly below

and on the rock is your face

who knows how it got there

but because of you

I do know who wrote the book of love

it was us

I dream about you sometimes

and your face is gold

your heart

a bunch of flowers

everyone is there

Luna is rain

the wind is Bella

and Ruby is the sky

we are all beneath the rock

in the river

I can see it

I’ve been busy. Still no job though, but I do have some new leads. Went on a 25 mile bike ride the other day. Dyed my hair yesterday; it looks quite fabulous. I can see my 40th year fast approaching. I’m still trying to figure out what I want to do….

One of my favorite movies of all time is All About Eve. In my opinion, it is one of the best scripts ever written. End of story.

Margo Channing: So many people know me. I wish I did. I wish someone would tell me about me.

Addison DeWitt: You could sleep now, couldn’t you? The mark of a true killer.

Addison DeWitt: We all come into this world with our little egos equipped with individual horns. If we don’t blow them, who else will?

Margo Channing: Funny business, a woman’s career, the things you drop on the way up the ladder so you can move faster. You forget you’ll need them again when you get back to being a woman. It’s one career all females have in common - being a woman. Sooner or later we’ve got to work at it no matter how many other careers we’ve had or wanted. And in the last analysis nothing is any good unless you can look up just before dinner or turn around in bed and there he is. Without that you’re not a woman. You’re something with a French provincial office or a book full of clippings but you’re not a woman. Slow curtain, the end.

Margo Channing: Lovely speech, Eve. But I wouldn’t worry so much about your heart. You can always put that award where your heart ought to be.

The second actual conversation that I had with the young man at the deli I go to downtown.

Let me set the scene by saying that I have never in my life used the phrase, “It was pissing rain”, in conversation. Yesterday, however was an exception. It dumped rain, it rained buckets, cats dogs…. You get the picture. I was soaked through, because I had walked a couple of miles without rain gear.

Me: You wouldn’t happen to sell umbrellas as well (besides stinky God’s feet cheese)?

Him: No, sorry. Hey, but I could cut two eyeholes out of a paper bag and you could wear that.

Me: (laughter) Hmmm, I don’t know… Thanks anyway… (I smile)

Him: Not to hide your face, of course! I mean, because you’re beautiful. (he smiles)

Me: No, no. I know what you meant. It’s ok. (I smile more). I would just end up walking into a light pole anyway.

Thanks, you made this almost 40 year old woman’s day.

I am most beholden. (The post title is from the Philadelphia Story. If you haven’t seen it, well…. What are you waiting for!)

Actual conversation that I had with a young man at the deli I go to in downtown Missoula.

Him: Oooh, (pointing at the roquefort cheese I had set down on the counter) that looks tasty.

Me: Yes. Stinky cheese!

Him: Oh, it’s the best! Once I was eating some and my friend said, “that smells like feet.” And I said, Yeah, but the best pair of feet you’ve ever smelled. Like God’s feet.