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First, Hallelujah, we have wi-fi from an unprotected network. As long as I sit on the upper deck of our house rental (from which I can see the ocean of Cape Cod Bay, can see the sand peeking through the water at low tide—even without my glasses—can feel breeze on my bare skin), I get reception.

BUT WAIT! I have now adjourned to the bedroom, on the same side of the house as the deck, and I have connectivity! No mosquitoes, just the sound of the bullfrogs from the huge pond below! This Cape gets better every minute!

I made a mistake in my recent post, thinking that the puzzle-head sculpture was in front of PAAM; as I was walking in town later in the day, I realized it was in front of one of the many galleries on Commercial Street. You know how I like to be accurate if at all possible, so I thought I’d let you know.

Here are two more photos of sculptures of heads, both of these from the excellent sculpture park, deCordova in Concord, Mass:

I don’t really know why I am putting these here now except that they are extremely cool works of art….

I have much more to share. Provincetown; my poetry; my poetry workshop; the amazingly cool, inspiring, fun, beautiful, poetic, art installation at the Emily Dickinson Museum, “Dwell in Possibility,” which we managed to sneak in on Friday before we left town for the Cape. I’ll give you a peek:

You know, this exhibit has been up for weeks and weeks and although I’d driven by parts of it a number of times, the family waited to see it until the day before it was to be taken down. BUT, oh, how worthwhile. So much to tell, so many poems to post….where to begin?

Internet is sketchy unless I’m on the deck and tho the moon be full and lo I want to write and post, I will retire for now. I think the poems I have been working on in the last little while of my life are good. I am getting better at editing.

Just know that I can see the flat ocean in the distance; it is close, not even a quarter mile down the slope

July is the month of my birth


					

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I was away for a couple of days with Hubby and kiddies over Memorial Day and then again for a few for my 20-year wedding anniversary.

I skipped my regularly-scheduled posts last week because I was entranced by the magic of knowing that 20 years of marriage means something. Or at least it means something to me. I feel blessed and special and wonderful, strong and formidable, more than the sum of my parts in spite of myself. I know there is a we, an us, something I am a part of beyond myself as a mother, a time and place to look forward to even after my kids will leave the house. I feel grand.

DeCordova Sculpture Garden

My new-found travel destination, Cape Ann, Massachusetts, including Alchemy and Trattoria

Fresh Spring Arugula. Bitter and lively, dancing in a light vinaigrette, maybe some fresh chevre, maybe some shaved parm, maybe some bacon lardons, but capable of putting hair on your chest and a spring in your step even sans accompaniment.

The Dutch and Flemish Masters exhibit at the Peabody Essex Museum

Time with Hubby

All things Hubby

Twenty years of Hubby-ness

Good sleep (of which I haven’t gotten enough lately)

Good grammar

Bad grammar when I want to

Gathering all the different kinds of lavender from my garden beds to dry and make into little ribbon-ed bundles

Tim Minchin

Get it? It’s two hearts.

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