Main Course of Ennui.
Favorite childhood summer meals: Mashed potatoes with crispy bits of bacon, buttermilk poured over all; sweet cherry soup, chilled; dill pickle soup, chilled; blueberry pierogi fried in a pan, sprinkled with sugar; endless watermelon slices.
Moving through the damp sponginess of a Chicago summer,
remembering Oprah quote, "If it weren't for the weather, everyone would want to live in Chicago."
|More orange color, dear daughter's first pet, a zebra finch.|
Perhaps use oversized men's shirts for the center panels.
One day on the bus to work, I was noticing a flash of white across a man's otherwise sharp shiny green slacks. I whispered my observation to him and suggested he would want to go back home and change. He ruefully recalled playing with his dogs.
Great pleasure and source of disorientation: reading book on bus, getting lost in it. Read Joseph Cornell's Dreams, got off the bus, looked up and say crest ridging circling the perimeter of a tall, clifflike building, silver, gleaming in the sun. Blinked, actually ridging is pigeon prevention spikes. Woke up from enchanted state. Did Dorothy feel this way in Oz?
Dream from book:
October 10, 1967
brace of dreams into a clear
catching a rabbit looking more like a fox
in hand goes to sleep
wakes up close-up
turns into my hand
|Happy summer, may it be dreamy.|