Dear diary: It started snowing yesterday afternoon & has kept snowing steadily for the last twenty-four hours. About a foot so far. Most of the snow we’d had in February had melted last week, just leaving some crusts in shadows & hollows, but we are definitely back to winter conditions. In the north country March comes in like a lion & leaves like a lion. I pretty much blew today off, I’m ashamed to say. It’s not like I don’t have any work to do; it’s just that the weather slammed the lid down on my energy & ambition. Read the news, surfed the web, installed a WordPress plugin to deal with the mountains of spam that suddenly started hitting the site, watched golf on TV. In a few minutes I’m going to go down to the kitchen & make some chicken burritos & that will be the most focused & creative thing I’ve done all day. So I’m waiting out the snow, waiting out winter.
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I left Guangzhou, PRC about 24 hours ago. My trajectory was Guangzhou-Tokyo-San Francisco-New Jersey.
Well, that little storm put the kaibosh on that plan.
So, I get to enjoy beautiful San Francisco until Monday.
I’m going to see me some big trees tomorrow!
I might be gloating, a little. :-)
Sam, you lucky stiff! Enjoy.
Forgive me if your comments sometimes provoke or echo some co-occurring event of mine.
RITE
To spring I sacrificed
a salamander slicing
open its rosy throat its
pale contents merely by
dragging a heavy pot
of agaves into a better
light there we were
caught where it had
hidden underneath against
the bricks still writhing
and me still writhing and
spring calm now and bright.
Oh, Peter, that’s a wonderful (& terrible–as in terror–) poem. You’re always welcome to use my posts to such a purpose.
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