1. I received these gorgeous books by Pattie McCarthy in the mail. The photo isn't great, but trust me. Gorgeous.
2. I saw two friends from MFA school who live in Midwestern/Western states. Seeing them made me glad but made me miss them. At least we can do fake rituals to strengthen each others' energy fields from afar. I think we should.
3. The way the couples' counselor pronounced "garbage" like the French (to be funny, I guess) was sort of endearing. "Garbazh."
4. Before I was born, Peter Cooper was spending all the money on books! And my mother said, "Peter! We might need money for baby shoes!" And Peter Cooper said, "With books, we could learn how to make our own baby shoes." I'm pretty sure he never made me baby shoes. I did come to learn, though, that the one thing my mother would always buy me if I asked for it was a book.
5. My grandfather once grew a full beard and then shaved half of it and had himself photographed looking skinny and young on the couch. (Is that a couch?) I'm not sure why he did this. Perhaps I should ask someone who was there or knows the story.
6. I was oddly proud when my baby learned to say "moon." He says it as if he is swallowing the word. Say "moon" without opening your mouth. That's how he says it.
7. I feel that I should put myself into a trance in order to retrieve some far-fetched thought, an echo of ancestral knowledge that doesn't reside in the conscious mind, and allow it to bubble up in a slightly familiar, slightly foreign musical cadence and record it here for you. But I have limited time left to be conscious today, and I will read a few of Pattie's poems instead.