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1. this song

2. I will, from now on, call writing poetry, poeming, without apologies and without explanation and even in submissions: Dear Editor of Journal I Will Likely Not See My Work Published In Ever: I have been poeming for x number of years. Kiss my ass.

3. not really. I will NEVER do that.

4. kiss my everloving tattooed ass hip

5. when I am alone driving, driving and crying go hand-in-hand

6. (to drive is to cry)

7. The Silos were a great band. Too bad about their lack of making it big. DAMN.

8. You know that month where people write a poem a day? It is called NaPoWriMo. I will probably never do that. I am one who falls into the camp of not finding prompts or deadlines or challenges particularly necessary or helpful for my writing though they can be fun and somewhat useful. But I have decided I will submit one batch of poems per day for 30 days. Started yesterday. Kiss my ass.

9. More Silos. No visuals, just the song. Listen to it before it gets copyright-infringed. Then buy the tune for your iPod. Don’t be a cheapskate. Our friend once categorized their music as “Domestic Rock.” Pretty accurate I’d say.

10. I had to have my necklace/bracelet (it is long enough to go twice around my neck and 5 times around my wrist) repaired because I never took it off. I wore it in the shower, to sleep, in the ocean, to yoga class, on bike rides, on hikes, in the bath tub. I was too hard on it.

11. I wrote hard on and I’m pointing it out to you as if you hadn’t noticed. How juvenile of us. But really, can we help it?

12. If I write kiss my ass in a post, I feel I owe a debt of gratitude and recognition to Erin O’Brien. Every time. As if she made up the phrase which I don’t think she did, but if someone told me that she did, I would totally believe it.

13. I get a lot of hits for “ass tattoo.” But mine is really on my hip, as you know. My acupuncturist knows.

14. I can’t find a good photo of my beautiful necklace (made by none other than Rebecca Rose), but you see it in many of my photos. I am going to post a photo of a gemstone from Amherst College that has roughly the same color blue as my necklace:

15. Okay. I have written a few “poems” lately. But what a mess.

16. It’s getting late. I gotta go so I can submit.

17. Ass Tattoo on Hip:

I know there’s a funny little bruise on my mid-section. So strange. And this is way before my cracked rib.

18. Consignment belt I love ♥! All those studs make me feel a. hip and b. skinny and c. tough

19. pink

20. Should I stop? Probably time to submit my poems. I hate this already.

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Monday, April 16, 2012: Annie and I head to Montreal. The key to a successful car trip? Strange new candy, bien sur! Found on sale at the Stop and Shop. Something akin to a box of Pockys.

The highlight of the road trip north was the Vermont rest stop that has beautiful, Vermont-made objects and is the site of the Vermont Viet Nam Veteran’s Memorial.

Inside the actual rest stop, Annie and I got a kick out of a record player thingymabob that you could make work (for FREE!). It was housed in an ornate wood-inlay cabinet and it had a perforated metal disc (as big as an old 33″) which made noise when it passed over little metal tines, like an old player-piano. We didn’t have our camera so I can’t show you a picture. Does anyone know the name of this kind of contraption (twinkly bonus points!!! I SWEAR they mean something, I just don’t know what yet).

There was a beautiful wooden canoe and a rocking chair and a loom which you were allowed to weave on (but we didn’t).

You already know that one low point of our trip north was the stern (think riding crop, thigh-high leather boots) border guard who chided me for trying to parle en francais. The drive went downhill from there, the Quebec borderlands being ugly-as-sin: flat, dusty farmland dotted with mostly ugly houses (except for the really old stone ones), boarded up businesses, lack of appropriate signage, &c.

The most charming thing I saw on Highway 55 Quebec were the yellow cautionary “Old North Wind Blowing” signs, but didn’t take a photo of those. I also took one wrong turn, due to the aforementioned bad signage and maybe in small part also due to my traveling companion’s relative newness as a map-reader.

That evening, we visited our friend Nora at the Shriner’s Hospital on the mountain, a beautiful area of hospitals, McGill University, old stone buildings, and Euro-style villas. This was the site of my FIRST EVER wrong-way turn onto a one-way street. (Again, I blame the Quebecois for their utter lack of appropriate directional signage).

Now, because the trip was already 2 weeks ago and I’ve bored you to tears with verbiage, I will let the pictures tell the story:

I thought it was a funny name for a spa

cow building around the corner from our b and b

hanging wabbits, vewwy scawwy

FISH SPA

(I happen to know what this is, do you? twinkly bonus points, people, but Hubby is not allowed to answer)

beautiful doorway, oh how I love thee

and another (and you know how I feel about transom windows)

cupcake shop right on our street! pretty, yummy, and a very nice proprietor: www.dliche.ca

details, baby

cherry blossoms, not as fabulous as the curlicue scroll but I like it

RANT ALERT! You have been forwarned!

beautiful anemone (-ae?) at the Biodome, which was rather a disappointment, to be honest, not only because where the fuck were all the animals, but for our folly as humans on so many levels. The Biodome, creating interior environments just for our pleasure and edification, the whole Olympic Park complex, all of that ugly concrete, all of that money, all of the maintenance, even if the Olympic pool was AWESOME and the anemone are pretty amazing as well as vagina-like and other orifices-like

I know this is long. I thought of breaking it up into two parts, but it would just be more photos, so just one more and I’ll quit

I loved the turquoise color on the walls and I like how my gaze is slightly heavenward (even if I sort of hate the way I look in the photo otherwise). I’m not even peeing or naked!

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Many lovely, small moments transpired on our road trip up to Montreal on Monday, but today’s post will not inform you of those.

Certainly one of the most interesting things to happen on Monday was when we drove to visit our friend in the hospital and I followed a car (with Quebec plates!) the wrong way onto a one-way street.

Life is so different in Canada!

My entire experience in Quebec has been colored slightly by my interaction with the border guard on Monday:

BG: Bonjour!

moi: Bonjour!

BG: Parlez-vous anglais?

moi: Oui!

BG: If you speak English, then do not speak French.

Well, Bienvenue to you, too, you French-Canadian so-and-so!

We are staying in a lovely room, with the most sensible compact kitchenette I have ever seen.

Annie et moi dans le restaurant FRITES ALORS!

the infamous water spot in the middle of my lens seems to be more prominent since we’ve arrived in Montreal

♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦

And now for some difficult news: we found out yesterday morning that our dear cat, Miss Lilly, was hit by a car. Yes, we have been juggling that information from afar for 24-hours (also relaying it to China where Violet will be terribly upset as Miss Lilly is really her cat).

Here is what we know: she was outside and came in yesterday (Tuesday) morning, in very bad shape. The house sitter and a good friend brought the cat to the vet.

Lilly was in shock, no tone in her tail, one hind leg working, the other not, scraped nails (indicative of car hit). No open wounds, no bleeding. low temp, low tone.

Since yesterday, she has been on intravenous fluids and pain meds and her temperature has recovered slightly, but they still need to keep her warm with heating pads and hot water bottles. She has not eaten, nor pee/poo.

There are no visible fractures to legs, pelvis, or spine, which means there has likely been impact trauma to the spinal cord. Sometimes, as swelling goes down, more functioning is restored. We are now waiting for further signs of whether there is spinal cord damage or if perhaps only her leg/hindquarters were impacted. They need to wait until she poops or pees to know if she’s able to function or not. She does have the use of one of her legs, a good sign. A cat can live without its tail and even without a leg, but not bowel or bladder function. So we wait. I call and get updates several times a day. I can’t see her until we are back in the States tomorrow (we will arrive later tonight).

Very hard.

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Yesterday I took my youngest to a dr’s appt in Springfield (1/2 hour-ish drive) and we listened to Sound of Music in the car. This was a staple of my kids’ childhood and it had been a long time since I’d listened to it. It was a staple of my own childhood, too, come to think of it. We sang along and sang along and sang along while we admired Julie Andrews’ multiple-octave range.

Speaking of multiple-octave ranges, we then listened to Mahalia Jackson. How sweet the sound!

I took a new way home so as to avoid a 3-mile traffic jam which we saw on 91 N as we were heading south. But I did a silly thing and ended up seeing more of Chicopee, Massachusetts than I ever thought possible. I took 116 North and it went on and on and on forever. I suppose I’ll never drive that route again unless I have to.

One cool thing was crossing the Connecticut River in a spot where the bridges and water and trees were an interesting jumble off in the distance. I couldn’t look for long because I was driving. The day was bright and sunshiny and my kid is pretty amenable when you take her anywhere alone in the car (with older sister is an entirely different story).

That’s a good day in my book.

A couple of Sundays ago, I took the girls to some antique/thrift shops up on Rtes 5 and 10 in S. Deerfield. That was fun. Violet got a good bargain on a bunch of oldish, broken watches. She thinks she can take them apart to use for projects/jewelry making. She also found a 1950s-circa silk dress that is fabulous and only 15 bucks. This is not a price one finds much any more on vintage clothing. It’s in tip top condition and a perfect fit.

Annie was happy with a couple of old glass bottles.

My greatest buy was 3 hats for 5 bucks each. Vintage hats nowadays run upwards of 15 dollars each (if you’re lucky), so I don’t buy them any more. This was a bargain and I’ll be going back to the same place some day to see if they restock. So fun! Hooray!

This one is the oldest and in the best condition, the veil is still intact and it has covered metal stays on either side inside.

A goofy thing is that each hat is a shade of purple; I didn’t try to find purple hats, it just worked out that way.

Here’s a goofy one with “flowers.” It looks sort of pirate-y:

You’ll have to suffer in not getting to see the other hat. I’m too dang tired to take another photo and I’ve just inherited a situation in which I have to frost some chocolate cupcakes with chocolate ganache that was taking too long to cool and set for Annie to do herself before bedtime (there’s a going-away party for a dear classmate tomorrow).

My keyboard is practically covered in chocolate ganache fingerprints, but I did finish the cupcakes and can now go to bed. 3 sticks of butter in that ganache recipe. Ridiculous, Martha Stewart, absolutely ridiculous! I should kick your ass.

I couldn’t resist one more photo after all

strange-looking cupcake in lower right corner actually has flaked chocolate on top, designated for the going-away kid

So long, farewell, auf wiedersehn, good night!

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I spent the morning “swimming” in 60-degree ocean water with a pack of happy teenagers, cleaning up a house rental top-to-bottom (that’s a lot of dishes and laundry, my pets!), and driving back home with me mum and a tide of New Englanders heading west.

Sun setting on orange-dusted tree tops, low rolling mountains layered dusky purple, tangerine, and gray…Oh, New England! Oh, Fall!

I love this song and began singing it to keep myself awake on Route 2 because, you know, it’s near full-dark at 6:30 now.

I learned this from my kids, but it’s nowhere to be found on the web so that I might share the tune with you. Perhaps my Annie and I could record it so you could hear it.

I would love to know if you know it, have heard it, know anything about its origins. I rarely ask for things from you, my doves, but I ask you now.

Autumn Roundelay

Here I sit and wait for you, ‘neath the spreading branches,
Cool the grass with shade and dew, sunlight ’round me dances

Ai loo lee oh lee oh lay,
How my heart is ringing,
Ai loo lee oh lee oh lay,
Songs to you I’m singing

Fall is in the air today, hear the wild geese crying,
Don’t delay, come while you may, snow will soon be flying

Ai loo lee oh lee oh lay,
How my heart is ringing,
Ai loo lee oh lee oh lay,
Songs to you I’m singing

The verses can be sung in a round. It’s the most lovely song, gives me shivers and tears

Happy Fall and Happy Deciduous Leaves Turning Color!

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