The summer lapsed away

As imperceptibly as Grief
The Summer lapsed away-
Too imperceptible at last
To seem like Perfidy-
A Quietness distilled
As Twilight long begun
Or Nature spending with herself
Sequestered Afternoon-
The Dusk drew earlier in-
The Morning foreign shone-
A courteous, yet harrowing Grace,
As Guest, that would be gone-

And thus, without a Wing
Or service of a Keel
Our Summer made her light escape
Into the Beautiful.

Emily Dickinson

Can't trust that day

I figure it will be September at least by October or thereabouts. I want fall. I don't want fall. My negative vibes toward the A/C actually worked in putting it out of service for a lovely 29 hours or however long it took Robert Repair to come and put it back in proper order, proper cold working order. I started climbing trees again. It is a good way to stay out of the house and hidden in the day warm for long periods of time and to look out for approaching storms and approaching autumns and to pretend heaving ships and rocking cradles. Or to just sit and listen. Most of the time I think about how life is a tightrope and how it is probably best to be barefoot and about how and if I am going to get out of this tree without falling and dying. So far I have every time, but there's always today.


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I am practicing not seldomly. The music is not light on my mind. That's litotes if you're interested. It really means I am surely becoming a practicing fiend and hear the Mozart even in my half dreams and somehow it is never the whole rondo through, no, always one section of it over and over and over and over, why? is there a Ceaseless Repeat sign I missed? is there such a thing as a Ceaseless Repeat sign?

Audition in two weeks.

Kayla

She was ok with getting glasses, but she didn't want everyone to know she was getting glasses. I guess it was to be another surprise, for us to find out when she went back with mom to pick them up. We know how those surprises go (they don't). After the upsetting shock that everyone knew already wore off, I asked her Weren't you even going to tell me? People tell each other things when they like them; I guess you don't like me much after all, I joked. After a minute she said seriously, "You know what color glasses I got? Red, that's what, now why would I do that for somebody I didn't like?"

Some times you just have to shut up. That was one of them.

perfect match

It's hot outside and I'm cool with that.

The sky just now

Sorry for not blogging.
good night,
C

Not much to cheer about

Last night Philly took the lead in the 10th. We came back with one to tie again so the game went on. and on. and on. and on. I fell half asleep and missed the top of the 12th. Sometime near mid-13th I fell all the way asleep. At 1AM I woke up really confused is it over? am I asleep? what are those voices? and it was and I was and they were reruns of jarring talk show hosts so I somehow got up and somehow turned off the radio and somehow climbed into bed too gone to wonder the outcome; and then there is today when all the news is PHILLIES SCORE THREE IN TOP OF 14th TO OUTLAST THE FLOUNDERING CARDINALS.

We've lost 12 of the last 13 games. There are a few things I don't understand. I don't quite understand why I still stay up late at night and listen to game after game from the floor in the dark even though I am tired. And I don't quite understand why Baseball is so important.

To blog?

No, I haven't died. No, I haven't gone on holiday, I haven't broken my typing finger, I haven't gotten caught in a bear trap while trespassing through the woods. I also haven't blogged.

I'm thinking about amending that last thing at least.

A dozen excuses

I just don't get how she is blogging during her busy day at work, while I sit at my quiet Home and don't post a thing. But what am I talking about? There are plenty of reasons why I can't write today. Here's what I got so far:

1) it's too beautiful outside to blog
2) it's too beautiful outside to blog
3) it's too beautiful outside to blog
4) it's too beautiful outside to blog
5) it's too beautiful outside to blog
6) it's too beautiful outside to blog
7) it's too beautiful outside to blog
8) it's too beautiful outside to blog
9) it's too beautiful outside to blog
10) the Cards just extended their losing streak to 7 games
11) so if I blog it's bound to something grumpy
12) it's too beautiful outside to blog.

this day

I have peace.

oh, bugger

I realized this morning that I will have to share my Piano. Always before my little student stooge sister person was playing - as in playing a fluff sort of playing - and she couldn't have cared when I would wick her away like a fly when I had to play as in PLAY (not that I ever did that or anything) but now she is beginning to feel. Now it is starting to be Real. She is not playing what I prescribe or doing anything I say, no, she is making it up and playing playing playing. I don't know if she got it from me or the super cool Jonathan kid or if it is really just from inside or what but every morning for days she's been doing this and finally today I asked her what do you feel? and she said Cool! never stopping her spontaneous inventing. It does feel pretty cool. It is cool when you are in the moment of discovering all the things you didn't know that you didn't know. Later she said You can play now I think I've got it all out of me. She doesn't know better than that, yet. But at least I got my Spinet back, just for me all mine. for a while.