frankincense and fir

Nice column from the observant Jon Carroll.  

If this endless deluge lifts a bit, I will be jaunting forth to enjoy a book event at the always cosy Elliott Bay Books.

after the rain

rainbow dissipated prior to finding leprechauns or pots o' gold.

 Still, there were Powerberries from Traders and a penny to be found...

and back to the liquid sunshine.

let it sn.....rain, let it rain, let it rain

It's difficult to tell that this is my planter which was functioning as a fountain this morning in the severe downpour.

One half of the doorway outside the church.

 

Then I splish-splashed my way to Tacoma for a marvelous choral concert--hopefully some professional photos to come that I may share from that.

i heart city living

I'm out running errands.  Standing on the corner, waiting for the light, I notice a woman in a eye-ball searing purple trench approach.  She takes a deep breath and belts out:  "I own NOTHING of value.  My body is the only thing of value that I own.  There is NO AMOUNT of money that I will take for it.  I did not ask to be brought into this world.  I didn't ask for this, did I?  This world is weird and f%$&ed up."

I wasn't sure if I ought to link arms with her and sing "AMEN" or whether to sidle away.  She continued looping through her message, getting louder with each repetition.

The light changed and she went into the bank.

It is a weird world.

But there are still gingerbread houses to be built...

and pennies to be found and chocolate to be savored.

affirming the soul

It's been a grim week here in Lake Wobegon....a friend lost her sister suddenly on Tuesday night.  More budget cuts were announced at work on Wednesday and the world of dating remains fraught with ghosts past and regrets present.

 Snowflake Lane--outside of Bellevue Square where my bells played last week.

All of this, is of course, exacerbated by the juxtaposition of the tinkety-tink of the 'you'll have a holly, jolly Christmas if we have to shove tinsel up your nose' noise and clamor in the commercial zone of the holiday.

It's a good moment to make some soup and curl up in a soft blanket, with or without a good book.  It's also a good weekend for holiday rehearsals (strings & pipe organ) or to hear some friends perform.

It's also an opportune time to sit still and notice what remains when the Props are gone.  Happy Poetry Friday:

The Props assist the House
Until the House is built
And then the Props withdraw
And adequate, erect,
The House support itself
And cease to recollect
The Augur and the Carpenter –
Just such a retrospect
Hath the perfected Life –
A Past of Plank and Nail
And slowness – then the scaffolds drop
Affirming it a Soul –

The Props assist the House by Emily Dickinson.

git yer vitamin d

Almost 20 minutes of sunshine today!

stormy weather

 

No lake views today.

I had to purchase ball-point pens for the first time in my adult life.   Usually, hotel pens fill my writing needs.   V. sad.  Way overdue for a trip.

Lovely piece of Theo Chocolate in yesterday's CSA box.