Friday, April 09, 2010

Dream from last week that I want to hold onto--

A concert is interrupted when the business man who sponsored it directs a cadre of box office attendants and ushers to walk through the rows carrying poles off of which beautiful evening gowns swing. At the mike onstage it is explained that these gowns belonged to his dead daughter.

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ALL ABOUT WARM WEATHER AND WHAT IT BRINGS

1. I wish it would be dreary and cold and snowy again so my freakin allergies would calm down. Yesterday evening I washed my face and dried it off with a towel that was hung near the open bathroom window, and my eyes turned red and the outer membranes looked like they were actually peeling off.

2. Mr. Robin Redbreast broke his neck against my wind-shield while I drove through the town square. He did not die immediately, but slowly became limp on top of the window wiper blades. I pulled over and tried not to look at any of the people on the sidewalk as I layed him gently by the tail feathers near a parking meter. I don't believe in omens. A freshly killed robin is still nearly beautiful. What would you have done?


3. Mr. Blunt commented on the long socks I wore with a skirt. Those make you look like a schoolgirl, he said. I told him I had to wear them because I don't shave. He turns bright red when he smiles. Says he has spring fever and has to rake all the pine cones in his yard. I told him that I wished the world was paved with concrete, with no trees or grass. (Allergies).