May 2012

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Hello Tuesday –

A fine beginning to a day. The most welcome spring light shining through the window and a still life of one little boy’s investigation of the smallest of shells and my jewelry. He picked up each and every one, absolutely delighting in the tininess made BIG, the sum and the parts manifesting through a lens to his brown-ish eye. “Your eye is brown-ish, too, Colleen. Greg’s eye is blue.”

I like that he said brown-ish at the ripe age of four, that he can see the nuance, that there is green and some yellow in there, too. I like that he can speak his mind with me, sharing what makes him nervous (big kids watching him go down the slide) and happy (sitting next to me during dinner, sweet sigh) and sad (his friend when he is mean). I like that I can be my goofiest, cavorting around the yard and house, in my usual way, with him in on it, making up stories during long piggy-back rides while I sing to Radiohead. The gorgeous alchemy of two happy souls moving in tandem before he rests his head on my lap and drifts off to sleep. Another play-date and sleepover for the record books.

Yesterday, in a serious bout of procrastination, I distracted myself with a series of mindless activities, culminating in watching James Lipton’s Inside the Actor’s Studio. As always with that peculiar man, it was interesting and illuminating and provided many laughs. It also inspired me to answer his Ten Questions.

  1. What is your favorite word? Um, no thanks, that would be like choosing between my two cats.
  2. What is your least favorite word? It is not so much the word as a particular usage. “That was SICK!” When the person clearly meant cool, bitchen, or awesome.
  3. What turns you on creatively, spiritually, or emotionally? The truth as found in a certain mystical quality that I cannot name but know the instant I’m exposed, like Laird Hamilton surfing, Ella Fitzgerald singing, James Galvin writing…
  4. What turns you off creatively, spiritually, or emotionally? Treacle, insecurity, and cruelty, in no particular order
  5. What sound or noise do you love? A manual transmission automobile in reverse, preferably at high speed.
  6. What sound or noise do you hate? Repetitive tapping – pencils, fingers, feet, etc.
  7. What is your favorite curse word? FUCK! It’s very economical. One word with a myriad of connotations.
  8. What profession other than your own would you like to attempt? Making fil-ums
  9. What profession would you not like to do? Soldier, with evermore thanks to all who do…
  10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the Pearly Gates? “Welcome to Fantasy Island…”

Behind

Qui si convien lasciare ogne sospetto; ogne viltà convien che qui sia morta.

Here one must leave behind all hesitation; here every cowardice must meet its death.

Dante Alighieri

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The radio

and my lover’s voice

His eyes on the road,

hidden behind dreamy glasses.

We talk away the miles,

and so often find

his words are my own.

That one soul we’ve been weaving

twenty-one years strong.

Delicate

and

Sublime

Blowing in the wind

Passionate

and

Wise

Containing one sunlit field

and

The universe.

Whole.

 

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May day! May day! The first time I heard any variation of that expression was on the Hardy Boys Mysteries on TV as a kid. Man, did I love that show, and Parker Stevenson. He was pretty good eye candy, drove a cool van, and was super smart! Oh dear, what a TV baby I was. The handsome G-Man was, too, though we didn’t watch the same shows. Until meeting him, I grudgingly watched any sort of Star Trek (only liking when Spock was on screen), for instance. Now, I quote it, “Earl Grey, hot,” and “Make it so, Number One,” while wishing for a Holodeck in the basement, among other things. Love holds very mysterious powers, my friends, indeed.

And love him, I do. How could I not? He likes art and picked out the Suitcase painting! He looks good in glasses! He builds sheds! He is a computer genius! He is good with children (a fun sleepover with our little friend last night) and cats and people, with a particular fondness for a petite sassafras named Colleen Sohn. Lucky, lucky me.

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