A Good Friday. Air softened with a bit of evening overcast. Found my Terry Allen CD of “Lubbock (on Everything)” for my drive to Lubbock tomorrow…it will be the theme of the road and a post or two. Had a perfectly brilliant conversation with Miss Teresa the California granddaughter about grad school, and LA, and work, and friends, and life. Love that girl. How is it that my grandchildren are so amazing and interesting and special… Oh, you say, so are your grandchildren. It is very possible that this is simply the role of grandchildhood–to be awesome for the kindly old grandparents. Anyway that was fun. AND to top it all off, I found a Gertrude Stein poem I love, at least I love it when I read it aloud. I would try to include it here but WordPress doesn’t like to format poetry so I won’t. Google it. “If I Told HIm” A Completed Portrait of Picasso.” I think it makes no sense and it’s rather painful to read to yourself. DO try it out loud though and it will make you feel happy. It’s all about the rhythm and the words and the words for the rhythm and the rhythm of the words. Whatever.
Let’s see if I can find a photo of some kind that seems right for this little nothing post. From Olden Times–for no good reason, nothing to do with anything. Except I like them and I miss my mom every single day of my life. In a way the loneliness just grows as I get older and think often of the conversations I’m missing with her about all of life’s important stuff.
I like that my life includes small farms and woods and New Mexico and Gertrude Stein.