|| I have surprised myself, really I have. Although I was hoping that one-day poetry would return to me, there seemed little cause for optimism. It happened suddenly, helped along by just a little bit of self-nudging. While surfing around the Internet, one of the sites that caught my interest was an essay or monologue describing Sapphic Stanzas. Very appealing, is the Sapphic Stanza. The author made an impassioned case for this poetic form. This came at just the right time, and in just the right tone, for I felt a spark of interest within me. I felt the urge to play, with words, with feelings, with ideas, with myself. Habitually, my fingers moved on the mouse, about to travel on. That is when a gentle self-nudge stayed my hand.
"Go on," I thought to myself, "give it a whirl, it could be fun. If inspiration fails, then just carry on. But try it first."
Following my own advice, as I often do, the poem "Expiration Date" slowly took shape on the page. It is a beginning. My Grandfather inspires it. Our heritage included living near fresh water. Wonderful for fishing and swimming, it was a fascinating draw to children. Since I can remember, we were told stories of children who drowned; children who my Grandfather knew by name and described in detail. It was difficult to attach such a beautiful landscape to the cold danger of death; yet, we heeded my Grandfather’s words of caution. My Grandfather's intensity on the subject was no surprise. His Grandfather, my Great Great Grandfather, had drowned in an icy river.
In the real world, we are experiencing the most wonderful "Indian Summer" (a period of warm weather). The windows are thrown open and no one is happier than Mist! She sits in the breezy sunshine, alternately snoozing and sniffing. Soon enough we will return to chilly days, frigid nights, and closed windows.
We continue to pass our days quietly. The web design work continues, and as the project progresses so does satisfaction. That is what I like about the digital world, there is always something new to learn; and there is always someone willing to share his or her knowledge.
Attila brought home a bushel of sweet corn, which we processed and popped into the freezer. No more, he says. The freezer is full to bursting and cannot accommodate even one more package or bag.
Canadian Thanksgiving is on Monday, October 13. Thanksgiving will be quiet; our girls will not be sharing the day with us. However, our friends Carpe Diem and Hoover will be arriving with a turkey, ready for roasting. Attila will not be home for the cooking, but should arrive in time for the eating. The weather promises to remain sunny and mild. It should be an enjoyable day all round.
Ariel has been in my thoughts as the announcement of a new drug, letrozole, to treat breast cancer survivors, is in the news. I immediately sent her a copy of the article announcing this advancement. She had not seen it, as she is terribly busy with a full time job, studying for professional accreditation, and raising three children on her own. She has been healthy this last year. It is my fervent hope that I live to be over 90 years old; and that Ariel outlives me by several decades.
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Looking Up: October 1999
On The Screen
A movie about Iris Murdoch, starring Dame Judy Dench and Kate Winslet. It seemed more about the nature of life itself than about Iris in particular.
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Sunset 6:50 PM EDT
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