Saturday, July 15, 2006

Papasan

Not my photo...but...a rather good likeness...

A papasan

with a blue cushion
is a very good chair
for relaxing on
an ordinary day.
Its also good place
for a sick cat
or
a short spell
of weeping
or
a dry-eyed spell
of watching the news.

CAT

caught
a
bird
yesterday
much
to
my
surprise

Monday, July 10, 2006

Canciones

There was once this girl who used to sing songs and snippets of songs in art class. How many? More than a hundred? More than two hundred? She sang Scarborough Fair /Canticle and maybe I Am a Rock and Faking It (in which she accidentally sang "just mean old me" instead of "just lean on me.") And probably The Sounds of Silence, The Boxer, An American Tune, America, Slip Sliding Away, Me and Julio Down by the Schoolyard, Kodachrome, Cecilia, the Simon and Garfunkel lyrics to El Condor Pasa, and others, mostly from their Best of...and Concert in Central Park albums.

Also...probably snippets and songs from the whole Paul Simon Graceland album.

Graceland
I Know What I Know
Gumboots
Diamonds on the Soles of Her Shoes
You Can Call Me Al
That Was Your Mother
The Myth of Fingerprints
the funny thing about the previous post was when I wrote it the president was flying into Chicago for his birthday.

Thursday, July 06, 2006

Birthdays

This is where my sister recently hit her quarter-of-century mark!
A Giant Moravian Coffee Pot and some others....

Russian Tea

The samovar is an object quite prominently displayed at The Russian Tea Time restaurant in Chicago, a cultural experience that my father could very much enjoy, as he liked all the food on the menu and also got a chance to practice his Russian on many a hapless waitstaffperson.

The samovar actually reminds me of a crock pot, which is what some American Southerners (such as my mother) use around the holidays when they serve a concoction made up of tea, orange and pineapple juices, cloves and sugar, which they call "Russian Tea."