tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-177321612011-11-10T10:35:41.669-06:00[words left unsung]christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comBlogger4351100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-66752443726196370562011-06-23T09:21:00.001-06:002011-06-23T09:21:53.858-06:00

to my uncle   6/21/11 My prayers are scooped up and gently sealed with you. 365 days underground and not a whisper from my heart Not a murmur from the part of me That left with you. My memories have been laid bare with the stars. Dead heroes, ancient scars, the laughter of kings We warred the same things Together. Silent, fallen, tears of ash. Is this how it will go down? What you were Was

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-30869563000621780992009-11-18T00:40:00.002-06:002011-06-13T18:26:21.566-06:00

I am watching rain drift down in the dark, and tonight here is no one here but me. At first the alone-ness was flashing like lightning on the walls of this heart; frightened and pale and thunderless, like a baby giant's tantrum. But now the night has fallen calm and I wish I was not stolen in all directions, or so aware of my feet; feet that were left standing on nothing but the road when

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-86798263555139303012009-07-22T18:27:00.001-06:002011-06-13T18:30:29.101-06:00

In the summer that year I had a whole field of daisies. Daisies were always my favorite. They reminded me of innocence. My head would be clear and empty there and I could walk and let go of most of the memories, and fill my hands up with precious white flowers and hope instead. Yet those last words I remember you saying still echoed in my vacant heart. "Love comes through our wounds." *

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-65385198482457083252009-06-30T16:59:00.005-06:002011-06-12T21:29:45.281-06:00

I have this one phone number memorized. Once upon a time the person on the other end of that line and I were close friends. And then things happened and we didn't talk anymore. One day, after a long time, I finally called it, and I was told that the line had been disconnected.Those 10 digits that I know by heart can do absolutely no good now.But at least once every week I still dial them, just in

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-34881034844834868782009-06-28T15:12:00.003-06:002011-06-12T21:10:02.968-06:00

this is a public service announcement from the PETOP (people for the ethical treatment of old pianos)(me)if you have an elderly baby grand and don't want to have an elderly baby grand anymore the solution is simple and that is to donate it (to me).if instead you decide it is a piece of mere furniture and only a piece of mere furniture and let it sit in your room as such and never touch or tune or

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-73878401155947995982009-06-21T21:03:00.007-06:002009-06-22T17:59:08.147-06:00

and should some why completely weep my father's fingers brought her sleep:vainly no smallest voice might cry for he could feel the mountains grow- e.e. cummings

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-57044278261617809102009-06-12T00:31:00.002-06:002011-06-12T21:06:50.325-06:00

Some nights all I can do is sit like a child and think about all those stars that God made.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-84759197830806639742009-06-08T14:04:00.000-06:002009-06-08T15:08:46.402-06:00

Hungry dog. Will sing for people food.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-34703796169251808912009-06-05T16:25:00.000-06:002009-06-05T14:28:30.621-06:00

no time to say anything but that i have no time to say anything!

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-57311203825391680892009-06-02T10:09:00.001-06:002011-06-12T21:12:19.721-06:00

here at the endof myself, isthe place ithoughtyou'dbegin.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-64877953100742885972009-05-24T11:47:00.000-06:002009-05-24T11:47:00.397-06:00

I keep mentally and emotionally running into things. Evidently my psyche needs glasses.~ JMK

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-27229765607201295762009-05-23T11:42:00.003-06:002011-06-12T21:13:36.304-06:00

somehow when i'm sad i always end up reading Psalms. i read songs David wrote when he was running for his life, when he was hiding, when he was guilt-ridden, down-trodden and broken-hearted. but God was his rock, and so he kept going. God was his joy and so he kept singing. God is mine, and so must i do.last night my friend's boyfriend was shot and killed in Iraq.in praying and grieving for her,

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-13486069099281062492009-05-22T15:38:00.005-06:002011-06-12T21:14:53.504-06:00

yesterday i woke up at 5 and left at 6 to babysit and i used nearly a whole box of tissues in just that hour. which wasn't just allergies like i thought. it hurt like anything to talk by breakfast time which was wonderful for when you're watching children you have to tell everything to twice. i tried to explain that Miss Tina didn't want to have to repeat herself anymore because she didn't feel

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-47773072430672243232009-05-20T16:23:00.008-06:002011-06-12T21:16:36.470-06:00

my uncle's daughter had her second child, Noah, one year ago today - May 20 of last year. my uncle is an alcoholic, and for being chronically depressed he is one of the funniest most wonderful people you will ever meet. before he got very sad he used to call me, and we would talk about baseball and the stars. his son Matthew's birthday is also May 20th. and my uncle's father, my grandfather, was

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-75290064489183347202009-05-20T16:21:00.003-06:002009-05-22T15:40:50.908-06:00

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-59115085162971729492009-05-16T17:26:00.005-06:002009-05-16T18:58:04.108-06:00

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-1415301424428474262009-05-16T15:34:00.008-06:002011-06-12T21:17:45.527-06:00

sometimes the Beethoven just endlessly races around my head like before i sleep and while i eat and when i wash my hair m dadada Da dadada Da dadada da da da da Da deedlela.... and so on. and on and on and on and on. the Preakness is not helping at all. horses horses horses. horses are all i see these days.last night i got frustrated because i don't know how to deal with feelings. i don't know

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-14937552578132646992009-05-15T15:41:00.003-06:002009-05-15T15:54:28.077-06:00

and the thing about the barber is that it's so unlike everything, and so i want to learn it because to me it is like car-horns in a big capital New York letter city where morning starts before you open your eyes and things that happen so fast you can't tell when you're breathing or not, and interruptions that are only rude because they don't know better. i like it in a fascinated way and so

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-51133471120630905702009-05-15T14:16:00.000-06:002009-05-15T15:41:44.468-06:00

let it be known in the blogosphere that today is the annual Spinet Appreciation Day; a day which is revered as a sacred and most joyous holiday in Christinaland; a day when the Ancient Faced Amazing O Piano Tuner Man comes back after many months of untuned drought and musical famine; a day which we celebrate by wearing lucky black bucket hats and practicing everything nonstop and hardly blog at

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-55533640917433011092009-05-14T11:41:00.001-06:002009-05-14T12:45:36.831-06:00

Pianist: Israela Margalit

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well, today we played fun new games starting with Splish Splash Taking A Bath Hey It's No Fair That We Have To Be Wet And You Don't So HERE. very soon after, that was followed by I Dump Whole Containers of Nesquik Powder On My Still Wet Head And The Floor For Fun. but i'm sure i can't blame anyone on that one. who knew those things completely exploded when shaken violently? who knew we were

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-20460652927021375392009-05-12T16:59:00.003-06:002011-05-05T23:17:43.277-06:00

as a matter of fact it is. isn't it fantastic? like an aristocratic way to say fuzzball. like what the spanish call soccer except different. like a word you get strangely fascinated with when your mind has been sucked out by the evil PBS aliens and replaced with sweetly rotten tv flavored goo.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-60221111187029523382009-05-12T16:10:00.007-06:002011-05-05T23:20:16.596-06:00

i've been nannying three little kids every morning through afternoon for two whole days in a row which seems to be going well so far. yesterday we played Punch Each Other In the Eye With the Foosball Table Rods, before going out to the windy yard and playing Don't Tell Christina I Have Allergies So Later It Looks Like She Punched Me In The Face. starting fresh today, after breakfast we watched

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-52166166679753412132009-05-10T07:05:00.003-06:002009-05-10T07:05:00.366-06:00

if there are any heavens my mother will(all by herself)haveone. It will not be a pansy heaven nora fragile heaven of lilies-of-the-valley butit will be a heaven of blackred rosesmy father will be(deep like a rosetall like a rose)standing near my(swaying over hersilent)with eyes which are really petals and seenothing with the face of a poet really whichis a flower and not a face withhandswhich

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-16874535758715467912009-05-09T16:50:00.002-06:002009-05-09T18:50:24.938-06:00

the little boy is visiting his grandma and didn't come for piano lessons today.so i baked, and cooked, and sang.the Cardinals are tied in Cincinnatti, 5th inning.i practiced the Beethoven sonata. through and through.my back aches.i can spell everything in the world but Cincinnatti.... Cincinnati... Cinderella...anyway, none of that's important. except the Beethoven, the Beethoven's important.if

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-4337670978111799442009-05-09T15:42:00.002-06:002009-05-09T15:42:00.996-06:00

today i made two kinds of cookies.i danced around and Frank Sinatra sang Summer Wind.creatures of all kinds watched through the windows.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-64088887723959252512009-05-08T11:51:00.000-06:002009-05-08T10:17:57.137-06:00

1) music music music music2) i can3) "i can", "i should", "i'd better", and "i'd better not" are importantly different4) being perfect doesn't always happen5) spontaneity6) peanut butter m&ms + barbecue chips7) some people you feel feelings for, but for some people you would do anything8) don't trust the one who doesn't trust anybody9) home is different places10) the same sky is everywhere

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-48307002974145107952009-05-08T09:47:00.000-06:002009-05-08T09:40:43.860-06:00

my thoughts on sleep after a year in college are that sleep is good.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-84213086318695512542009-05-06T14:52:00.004-06:002009-05-06T14:57:22.093-06:00

coming back to anywhere, when you've been away for a while.but, just in case it's worth anything:i'm here. . .~c

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-1877089364545655002009-04-18T01:32:00.005-06:002011-06-13T18:32:35.259-06:00

I had a little nut tree And nothing would it bear But I'm nuts enough for both of us So I don't really care

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-31445843766179718142008-10-01T15:12:00.001-06:002008-10-01T15:13:28.406-06:00

I. am. WHOA! so caffeinated.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-52669122644511593552008-09-26T15:23:00.006-06:002011-06-12T21:24:22.032-06:00

At the house where I live there is a Momma and a Poppafamilias, a white dog, a Spinet, bare feet and gardens, and six other variations of me.At the house where I stay there lives a good Doctor, his wife and his pipe, two princess puppies, one of the prettiest pianos in the world, and a quiet blue pool outside. I don't get to be where I live very much. The house where I stay is not home. And I

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-41898367045182528832008-09-09T15:41:00.005-06:002008-09-09T16:16:18.643-06:00

Right now I am sitting barefoot on a tall chair in the school library. Before I was here I was sitting barefoot on the school swing under the school trees and before that I was walking barefoot on a few crunchy school leaves along a row of school trees and for the first time was feeling like I do at home. Because this is my homeweather* (see Important Neologistical Footnote). Almost always

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-31295619965151084002008-08-12T17:52:00.004-06:002008-08-12T17:02:50.615-06:00

_Chain StirAn Itch, SirSat Rich InHis Tin CarI Hint ScarChar in ItsInch Star, ICan Hit, SirRich SaintIs Arc Thin_wellwhat's in your name?

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-81919049915671683312008-08-12T16:05:00.000-06:002008-08-12T16:49:54.201-06:00

Today is one week before my first classes. I don't know what to do with it yet. I've been scared then excited then jittery then smart then doubtful then flighty then shy then everything then nothing and at this point time better just go by quick because I'm starting around the circle all over again. Today is only three days before I go and stay away from my family for the first time for the

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-38389852392969281022008-08-11T16:47:00.000-06:002008-08-11T18:12:37.671-06:00

*To each their own.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-71131162344483164802008-08-11T12:14:00.002-06:002008-08-11T12:29:26.905-06:00

Ever since the slumber party 3 year olds spent the morning pounding their sticky fists on it, my Spinet sounds lightheaded and on the verge of falling out of tune again. The fifth octave especially is beginning to sound super jangly. These are the moments I think I will only have 12 kids instead of thirteen and absolutely none of them will ever be three years old, because that is the age when

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-42593333046744103732008-08-10T17:01:00.003-06:002008-08-11T12:20:48.075-06:00

When something is wrong with my baby, ohsomething is wrong with meIsaac Hayes

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-84544277087470896652008-08-09T17:46:00.003-06:002011-05-05T23:30:54.754-06:00

Honestly, I'm not sure it wouldn't be a brilliant idea to have the Opening Ceremony at the end of everything or at least somewhere in the middle. Seriously. Would you broadcast four hours of pure distilled amazingness and then tell people now get really excited because we are going to watch volleyball? No, you wouldn't. We are only human beings and it is boring. You'd think someone would catch

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-35730040141743831232008-08-08T15:22:00.000-06:002008-08-09T18:14:40.432-06:00

And I just don't want to talk about it.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-81324461423278815812008-08-04T22:17:00.002-06:002011-05-05T23:33:48.286-06:00

So now I go running the dirt roads every morning I can, and I walk with Kiddy around and under the hanging peach trees and then we stop at the barn and I make him stand while I brush his white smooth coat from his nose to his tail and he likes it and I say, I will be here to run with you. I haven't thought much about writing. Nothing happened. It rained and filled up the ground. Our uncle drank

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-55632188901652674382008-08-04T18:11:00.003-06:002011-05-05T23:38:24.341-06:00

The regular compyooter has been dead for quite a while. The Paterfamilias is Home Depot shopping and I am borrowing his, in this small neatly cluttered office that is hidden below the floorboards and forbidden to all but the reckless. The Princess Goddess Divine is on the floor next to me staring disdainfully at a blue chew bone which apparently is not what served as her entertainment in the

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-37803401630288280312008-07-31T15:09:00.001-06:002008-07-31T16:06:20.333-06:00

Because I had forgotten to introduce: The Princess Goddess Divine Lucia, also known in the nearerthanyouthink land of Pell-Mell which is inhabited mostly by creeps and geniuses who think they are one and the same, as Noir Dixie Susan the Black Eyed Happy Smudge of Tara in the Night Sky with DiamondsPuppy, for short.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-6122024309824940292008-07-24T11:30:00.002-06:002011-06-12T21:31:23.887-06:00

Drifting offshore for three days - seems right, hiding in broken words from Macedonia: "I determined to not come to you in sorrow again"*The way it all is is like the moon, it comes and goes. Hormones or darkness or depression or syndromes, whichever. It was months ago I first thought about giving it any name at all.I liked when I was smaller to think mood swings hung from metal poles in parks.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-75340045110181549002008-07-21T11:27:00.005-06:002011-06-12T21:33:54.494-06:00

Last night furied and sobbing I threw all my pillows to the floorAnd then I got down, and I sorrowfully gathered them back to me because I don't know how to sleep without holding.breathe was written in ink found on the back of my hand in the morning.There is still something of my simpleness in me that brings calm, or only perhaps something in meaningless repetition until it finally means

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-76364341655386063362008-07-19T23:57:00.007-06:002011-06-12T21:36:56.066-06:00

well how could I know till this morning what it was like to have no grasp on a wheel, that being a fool could hurt more than me or that I was sure at least once to lose the games, that they were seeing reality to wonder would ChrisChrisChris ever learn? how could I know I didn't know that I didn't know, till today? funny how all of the sudden you get wise#accidents

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-71247106600687370472008-07-18T15:02:00.001-06:002008-07-18T15:22:57.815-06:00

My piano has been cleared off and open since yesterday and I keep meaning to put back all the stuff but it sounds so bright and right without it. The little boy was here this morning and we peered into the depths and he said how does it do that and I told him about the strings and hammers. But then we had to have a lesson and his mind started to run away very soon. Sometimes when that happens

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-52593303697879543702008-07-16T14:31:00.001-06:002008-07-16T14:34:39.642-06:00

I straightened up with flowers in both my hands when I realized, I am happy.It is a watermelon day and the sun is unhurried. It is an ice cream day. It is a wildflower day. Most importantly it is. I've found out something about myself which is amazing which is that I am not afraid. And I am not sad. Not careless. But not sad.I think whenever I need to wherever I am I can come back here, to

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-12334261223548878762008-07-16T09:52:00.000-06:002008-07-16T11:53:51.414-06:00

Yesterday when I got home.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-2223282136187174012008-07-15T17:19:00.000-06:002008-07-15T18:32:36.919-06:00

The daisy follows soft the sun, and when his golden walk is done, sits shyly at his feet. He, waking, finds the flower near. "Wherefore, marauder, art thou here?" "Because, sir, love is sweet!" ...Emily Dickinson

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-39195526633174530122008-07-14T17:18:00.000-06:002008-07-15T18:32:30.449-06:00

The daisies are from my field, the west one: that fills up with them every year,that the sun loves, Kiddy plays in and I walkthrough, while precious things catch my fingers: my favorite flower.They remind me of innocence. Winsome. We are the flower, Thou the sunForgive us, if - as days decline -we nearer steal to TheeEnamoured of the parting westThe peace, the flight, the amethyst,Night's

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-9097110181157375832008-07-14T14:37:00.000-06:002008-07-14T17:14:08.400-06:00

I told her I didn't come to her house only for the piano. Which was true and mostly not true, because heaven almighty, I would rather stay there in the center of that tall room at those perfect keys than be anywhere else on earth. There was a boy there too who knew everything, not as in morethanyouandlikestoshowit but he knew his music and what he could do which was everything and every thing,

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-33861509677822098862008-07-11T15:15:00.003-06:002008-07-11T15:23:12.738-06:00

if the weather gets better we should get together spend a little time and we can do whateverand if we get together we'll be twice as cleverso staple it together and call it bad weathermm hmmmJack Johnson

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-15118804923052049842008-07-10T12:10:00.006-06:002011-05-05T23:54:14.263-06:00

I was peering up through the wire of the fence I was holding a piece of music just large enough for me.. I was asking why, I was shy in my way, I was feeling clear clean and all tainted with love.-Right now it's so 90°. Right now the sun has not stopped being out for seven million or two days and the Cardinals are winning just because I am happy even if they're not really winning but scoreless

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-68332139086965839002008-07-10T10:07:00.001-06:002008-07-10T15:45:44.031-06:00

When he came yesterday I was out taking the mismatched blues and pink and smooth white of the linen off the line, and Miss Susie told me he said there's Christina! as they came down the drive. I never realized before that he knows my name. He always just says, hey. He said hey when he jumped out of the car before it hardly stopped. He said hey when he paused his lesson to tell me about his

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-30785113866011764342008-07-09T12:52:00.001-06:002008-07-09T13:07:46.275-06:00

Today everything is hoppin'. The weekend is beginning really early and SEVERE EMERGENCY MODE has begun here in preparation for The Other Reunion. Yesterday didn't happen because tomorrow is so engrossing. So there's a lot of buzzing but I'm hardly involved in any of it. I myself have been walking about in the sun barefootedly and I looked at the garden for a while doing mental weeding and then

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Sometimes you can hear the sound of the creek, even if you're not near it.**And somehow everything seems good, even if it's not.

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When I was back from work the house seemed calm and whisperful, while it thundered outside, and I found some people who had locked themselves behind doors away from each other and us because sometimes when you are a mother you cry trying to remember what started it all and sometimes when you are a boy you just want to hurt everyone like you are hurt. For me, I see why some people who I could

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When I woke up I was perfectly surrounded by my pillows and I was holding one comfortably in my arms with my head on it, and the morning was gentle and my hair was brushed away from my face and I didn't never ever want to get up from that. Monday is my day to straighten myself out, and I put my dreams in order first. There was 1)about a fast food place and meals called things like Visa Combo and

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-78943622217168039512008-07-05T10:08:00.000-06:002008-07-08T18:03:53.341-06:00

Dreamer of horses and the county fair.

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About being goneis knowing somebody misses you.Kinda.

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The best thing to do was be away, seven hundred miles of highway away; to see family, to wonder about home and why it means more to me than anywhere in the world.Mississippi is more loving by far than the flat land we had been through. I may love that place if only for the trees. I could touch a window and say pine forest at every one that passed, and smile. Everything reminded me of

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came back.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-81575858695939326742008-06-19T00:55:00.000-06:002008-06-18T23:55:22.792-06:00

Sharp silver sleepless moon

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Today against my better judgment we learned p and f, playing quietly and LOUDLY. We are still very much into notereading and I was afraid of any other distraction before, before but I thought, he won't last long with so much same, so I showed him the letters and what they meant. Right after this I was terrified not knowing how to explain how they meant what they meant, how do you entrust just

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-27513565919476916112008-06-18T20:53:00.005-06:002011-05-06T00:06:51.417-06:00

At 10am the little boy was here and we had a lesson. He was playing the gray goose song for me when he interrupted himself with his usual hey, and then said to me yesterday was really bad and my grandpa talked to me and we sat on my bed and I ripped up a lot of paper to get anger out of my heart because I was so angry because of my parents and he smiled like it was all ok and continued his

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-33046806919007017222008-06-15T10:17:00.003-06:002008-06-15T10:17:00.330-06:00

a brand spankin new frecklea paranoid fear of drive-throughsa father who used to have more hair than I will ever possess

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-40679668032974949082008-06-14T22:04:00.004-06:002008-06-14T22:18:26.998-06:00

The little boy was at a wedding I went to today. I saw him at the reception, he looked tiny and he looked sharp in his shirt and vest and clustering with other little boys with his hands full of potato chips and his six years old missing teeth grin and I didn't expect him to see me. So I looked into my punch and looked up again and he was standing in front of my chair. He said, hey. I smiled

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-62753857138738752602008-06-13T10:39:00.006-06:002008-06-13T10:49:17.724-06:00

Christina: Is it Friday the Thirteenth?Con: Oh... you're right, it is!W: Really? Let's do something unlucky! quick, where's a crack!Con: Behind you!Con: Get it? Behind you!W: (hysterics)Con: (hysterics)

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I dreamed last night I was in some place with some people, a formal event or a funeral or I don't know what but everyone was wearing black and after whatever it was we were all in a hall, and there was a beautiful old woman sitting there and all she was doing was looking at me. The most silent and grieved gaze through a sea of people in black that I knew or did not know, it didn't matter. I

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We ran over a bird on the dusty road today. Mum was driving me home we saw him and every thought in my mind was fly.. fly oh fly fly fly but it didn't even try. I saw him flutter on the road behind us and Mum said well I couldn't help and I didn't hear because I was shedding thirteen years of my age and took off my shoes and ran back when we'd reached home and saw broken legs and that it was

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-50255650344694146972008-06-12T17:35:00.000-06:002008-06-13T07:14:48.623-06:00

Rain again tomorrow. I'm seeing on the news the place where my mother was born and how it's under water. I'm remembering to '93 when we were so very little and how vaguely I know the way the river looked then. I'm told that maybe very soon we'll all have a second chance to see it.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-83046211185415820012008-06-12T13:40:00.001-06:002008-06-12T18:03:34.270-06:00

The river's moving in again.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-44810821269725538972008-06-11T15:02:00.003-06:002008-06-11T15:33:59.941-06:00

At the little boy's last lesson we had our first meeting with the Metro-gnome. He loved it tremendously although the concept isn't exactly internalized. I'm not sure if he knows yet that I'm trying to sneak a concept on him. And if he is God save him anything like me I give him a week after he realizes it to go into sabotage the clicking thing destroy it DESTROY IT mode, but for now it made me

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-58433942980125971972008-06-11T15:01:00.000-06:002008-06-11T15:32:51.621-06:00

After a recent Googling, I am crestfallen to realize that I am not the very first person ever to think of the neologism Metro-gnome, in fact someone has not only thought of it but also gave it a clever and humorous definition, "Small, pointy-hatted creature who has been forced to live in big cities due to loss of wooded habitat", which makes me even more obviously plagiaristic and inferior. I'm

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-24897033155639455632008-06-11T14:08:00.015-06:002008-06-11T14:59:32.198-06:00

I poked around in the garden for an hour when I came back from walking. Somewhere between the strawberry and lettuce beds, I met a little friend. He had a British accent and a slightly uppity air but I liked him right away. He had been paused in the search for his misplaced top hat by my mumbled talking to myself and when I paused he looked up and said kindly, Do be careful, my dear, the gardens

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-55125340613890938762008-06-11T13:14:00.004-06:002008-06-11T14:23:34.057-06:00

This morning I went walking down the north side of the great hill, and walking down the treelane, and turned to go walking down the long road where there is nothing but field and bright emptiness. Down, down, to wind and silence and birds. I originally meant to have some things out with God but I got distracted because there were just all sorts of birds. There was a sweet cardinal's song and a

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-74846672430625255982008-06-10T18:24:00.004-06:002011-05-06T00:14:56.356-06:00

Since coming home from my fabulous office job today I've been playing the horRiblyoUtofTunE Spinet which sounds just like that jangled up and down soft and loud here and there practically a stinky man bar piano from one hundred and ten years ago. I love it. I love my piano and I love being a barefoot crazy haired girl person too poverty-stricken to call the ancient faced amazing piano tuner man

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-44979281951266125862008-06-06T16:33:00.000-06:002008-06-06T15:33:37.519-06:00

I went down to the river again because time isn't passing, just while it is, so fast. There have been very many words to say. I keep forgetting a lot. I was walking the railroad tracks and found a piece of wood that fit my hand and stood to my shoulder, smooth and bare and worn at the ends. It is a river stick. I brought it home with me. It is a very friendly river stick and my touch was not

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-27030955857630646512008-06-06T13:53:00.006-06:002008-06-06T14:00:13.161-06:00

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I was not sleeping. There was this lightning that was darting in and through and around the whole house and wouldn't stop. It was a tremble-lip child lightning, frightened and pale and thunderless, a baby giant's tantrum sky. And when the sounds and winds and rain came I curled up small on the floor under my blanket, looking at all of our faces and listening. We were all there in the basement,

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-75356949105240617392008-05-28T14:38:00.009-06:002011-05-06T00:20:46.257-06:00

There was something I was forgetting.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-19225233154148198222008-05-28T14:37:00.000-06:002008-05-28T15:07:54.397-06:00

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-22561907501830281542008-05-27T17:47:00.005-06:002008-05-27T17:55:54.407-06:00

if you just spent 25minutes in one aisleagonizing over which color notebookis the right one you've probablycompletelylost it

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-90608238836531218692008-05-27T16:43:00.002-06:002011-05-06T00:21:51.644-06:00

So it started normal but I feel something now, complete and unclear in my head. I am so restless I might have a fit and so fatigued it might do me in. I want something certainly. to release. make. create. hatch. I am going to make something I can pour into, to let out some of it or all of it, everything inside that is not quiet. There is something that must be said. I don't know what it is. I

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-75247025068549793182008-05-27T15:43:00.001-06:002008-05-27T16:56:48.243-06:00

I ate the whole thing, and I still miss him.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-74402811186649394482008-05-27T10:58:00.001-06:002008-05-27T11:49:11.407-06:00

I use three boxes of Puffs Plus a day and have started coughing like a horse but I feel better now. Still stopped up in that spot right behind my forehead, a little unclear. I've been poking around in the garden most of the morning, in the mud and strawberries, in my hat and wellingtons. It is raining again. Again. Here in the Midwest we are trying to make up for seven years of drought in one go

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-32091793810226355582008-05-26T14:33:00.007-06:002008-05-27T10:30:55.223-06:00

There have been some ripping storms here. We drove 40 miles in one last night, the Pater familias decreeing Sunday night to be the best time for a family trip to Home Depot®. This was a great idea because we love bonding. We love car rides when the A/C is broke. And we really really love Home Depot®. But I could tell this was going to be good. I had been watching the sky. True to that

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-4445393865886840622008-05-26T14:30:00.000-06:002008-05-27T10:34:24.937-06:00

Or, the Forty Miles that Took Like Five HoursI forgot to mention that there was a flash flood and water over the highway on the return voyage. We had to wait in a long line of headlights for a long time. It's funny how people feel closer to you when you are all waiting for the same thing. To pass, to move. To get to home. People were walking around and talking through open windows. Aaron

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christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-22681352599204286102008-05-22T16:18:00.004-06:002008-05-22T17:14:02.593-06:00

I just slept for an hour, or more than an hour disorienting sleep losing track of the world. Curled up tightly under my blue blanket. I felt my mother come in. She covered my cold feet. I woke up at 4:07 and I was breathing in time with a piano. Mozart. Salzburg concerto C Major, Amadeus. Theophilus, Gottlieb. Aperto. My heart is open and full.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-68477202050229658692008-05-22T14:03:00.002-06:002008-05-22T17:11:42.644-06:00

If not you probably wouldn't put up with my pity parties or bother to read my whining.I love you too so I'll be funnier.I've gotten dressed finally and wrapped my pathetic self up in the blue felty illness blanket. I am listening to the classical station and becoming slightly delusional and eating some quaggy carroty mushy soup. I won't say exactly what it looks like. And it tastes like rot too

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-87860148652895281842008-05-22T13:50:00.000-06:002008-05-22T13:03:41.336-06:00

At this point I feel terrible and I wish it had something to do with my being sick.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-59207347090686102802008-05-22T08:27:00.004-06:002011-06-13T18:13:55.409-06:00

My throat was burning when I woke up. I'm still in what I wore to sleep which is most of what I wore yesterday too, so from my head to my toes I look like trash. I'm not leaving the house so I can't care much. It doesn't matter if my eyes are redrimmed from pollen or tears. They both come suddenly, artless and natural this time of year. It rained half the night. It's raining now. I know

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-33181339546177840232008-05-21T14:49:00.002-06:002008-05-21T13:03:07.490-06:00

Thirteen years ago on May 21, something amazing happened.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-56133578813617977732008-05-21T12:58:00.000-06:002008-05-21T12:04:31.573-06:00

1) Run away2) Chase neighbor cows3) Come back 4) Get grounded 5) Feign contrition 6) Get ungrounded 7) Repeat steps 1-7

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-26655730581837905842008-05-21T11:29:00.002-06:002011-05-06T23:44:44.031-06:00

Suspense. Crucial battle scene. Touching deaths of minor characters. So naturally, I wrote PRINCE CASPIAN IS HAWT on a piece of paper, underlined it three times and passed it down the row.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-83355616613814806662008-05-21T07:47:00.002-06:002008-05-21T10:27:36.672-06:00

It seems I can't sleep past 7:30 anymore, but there's nothing that says I have to get up.

christinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15399545022753730328noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-17732161.post-37112953143192549162008-05-20T22:34:00.001-06:002008-05-21T07:07:55.248-06:00

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