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Thursday, February 12, 2015

Good morning, snow--

Woke up at 5. Groped my way downstairs, turned up the heat, and went back to bed. Woke up a bit later with Theodora the long-haired calico diva pressed against one side of me and the Puffcat (the please-comb-me blue Persian) on the other. Suddenly realized there was an enormous bird splayed out just below the Puffcat. Perhaps it was a gull, only its beak was more like that of a toucan, and a little uneven under my fingertips. Dead or just tired? I glanced down at the floor and saw a black box of playing cards with tall white letters: INFINITY. So exhausted I fell asleep anyway. Woke up again and Michael is telling me that gulls have lice, and that this gull has lice. Fell asleep anyway and woke up when the alarm went off at 6:45, cats gone, bird gone, INFINITY cards gone back to INFINITY... 
The Glimmerglass giveaway is over. 1,564 people signed up for a chance, and the winner is T. Lee Deprospero of Florida. Confetti!

Question of the day: Why am I, a Southerner, not in Florida instead of living in a snow heap with more lovely snow falling steadily out of the rather low sky? Bonus question: Why do I have 20/20 vision in dreams?


  1. Re: snow up there v. sunshine down here -- Look homeward, angel . . .
    Re: dreams -- we have no filters and censors . . . absolute freedom to be ourselves . . .

    1. Good morning, Tim--

      A good dose of sunshine would be quite fine, despite the fact that the world in white looks quite beautiful, with cardinals and juncos passing behind the icicles and darting between the snowy rugosa canes and the feeder...

      I have not remembered a dream in a long time... and this one was a bit like a matreshka... Little dreamless, one inside another.

  2. I've come back to check out for your response to a long comment I posted here a few days ago, but see that it disappeared! Darn, now what did I say? I think it was about what an amazing dream you had, and that I bet that will appear somewhere in your writings. Don't you wish we had more dreams like this? I rarely remember mine except for a very few memorable ones in my lifetime. Never mind those anxiety ones about going in for a university French exam when I wasn't studying French, etc...

    So sorry about all you north-easterners suffering through so much snow! It's beautiful until there is TOO much of it to get around in. Don't you hate the mess when it gets all brown and melts into pools everywhere?

    1. I have written poems about dreams and in-between-sleep-and-waking visions, but not yet about the gull!

      Sorry about your comment--maybe you forgot to hit the button? I do that sometimes. It was not in SPAM world.

      I can deal with the snow better than the bitterness when the wind starts blowing, and the temperature drops. Supposed to be a low of -40F with wind chill today. Boo!

  3. Intriguing dream. Clearly your desire to escape this snowy morass has been prevented by your domestic beasties, who probably stand in for your family.

    1. Mmm, that does seem to work.

      I'm looking at the poor little birds who want me to come fill the feeder. It is a morass out there!

  4. I do like the dream-within-dream Alice in Wonderland feel to this though!


Alas, I must once again remind large numbers of Chinese salesmen and other worldwide peddlers that if they fall into the Gulf of Spam, they will be eaten by roaming Balrogs. The rest of you, lovers of grace, poetry, and horses (nod to Yeats--you do not have to be fond of horses), feel free to leave fascinating missives and curious arguments.