I have to take a friend to the doctor today. Doesn't sound like much, but the doctor is two and a half hours away. I'll be in the car all day. Not a thing I like to do. We will try to turn it into an "adventure," she says, by taking the slow route up the coast. I just need to take a Xanax, I think, and go with it. I may not need the Xanax, so I'll hold off until I begin to lose my mind. But I am going to take some film cameras in case there are truly things to see. I will, but it is often not possible to photograph when someone is with me. I can take pictures, of course, but I can't engage in taking photographs without ridding myself of the second consciousness. Photography is an embarrassing event. You must become something other than what you normally are. You must be a coyote, a chameleon, a shape changer. Today I'll just be a guy in a car taking the long, slow route. I will lose a day.
Just checking--has the time shift fucked with you? I don't even use an alarm clock and it has fucked with me. Stupid, stupid.
O.K. She's texting. She's ready. I'm on a busman's holiday.
ReplyDeleteI went and read Prufrock for the 100th time. I love how something so not supposedly beautiful just can't help itself.
Spring. I feel its wrenching despite the 5 million feet of snow. We had some melting and there is mushy mudgrass under there. Green I saw it. The birds are singing those springy songs. The dreadfulwonderful pull of it all -- still.
Hannah and I were driving into the city to have dinner with my son her brother the other night - Friday night. Was it past full moon? Well as we were hitting Boston right along the water there --a giant orange balloon moon was rising. I asked Hannah to look it up and it was the Worm Moon - I thought maybe I'd see mention of it here. I'm not sure it was the exact Full that night cause later it didn't look so but regardless -- that earlier orange moon was succulent.
I had seared scallops served on a bed of lemon risotto topped with a sweet pea mash. It was delicious but the calamari appetizer was out of this world.
Hope your friend is okay. And that's nice of you.
Why I am only now seeing this, I don't know. I feel bad as I check for comments every day. I'll blame it on the NSA.
DeleteI'll photograph you and Hannah with scallops covering (parts) of you. :) Why did this never happen? It is you, not me.
"And in the rooms the women come and go. . . "