See the purple iris? The rhizomed beauty has been growing ever since I bought it at the now-defunct Wankel's Nursery in Bensalem. Bought it when I had money and worked at Bristol-Bensalem Human Services which is now an upscale housing development with rocking chairs on the front porches.
Went on a spending spree this morning. Went to Modell's and bought 20 pair of socklets for $10 total. Made in China, they are 97 percent polyester and 3 percent Spandex. I hadn't noticed so I called up the store and Danielle gave me the info.
They're drying in my laundry room, or as our family calls it "the utility room."
Found em as soon as I took the escalator and walked inside. Whew! I detest shopping.
After that I went to Heavenly Ham and bought half a pound. Heavenly indeed. It was $7. Went over to sleeping Scott's and slipped him a couple slices in his fridge.
Am listening to Dave Brubeck right now. A solo tour de force. I learned that word from Rem in my writing group. Hope I don't overuse it.
Dyou think he dyes his eyebrows?
Believe it or not, Charlie Rose did not interrupt Obama while el president was talking. They stood up and talked the entire time. But Charlie practically had a stroke shutting himself up. They were in a beautiful room somewhere in London.
Obama acquitted himself well about what to do in Syria, about the misled Mr Putin, not trusting Iran, and assuring the Saudis we're their friends. The Saudis who have ISIL within their kingdom.
Gonna watch this film, in deference to my boxer daughter.
My house is overflowing with free pads - no, not Kotex - but of paper I receive in the mail to advertise various organizations or politicians.
I always wanted a pad with my name on it and I finally got one. Wonder where it got to.
On April 7, 2001, Sharon Piercy and I gave a talk at Abington Prez about Mood Disorders. Click to enlarge.
At our next meeting, I'm gonna give it away. It's very informative.
We're gonna tour the grounds of my house. A real tour de force. Also used that phrase - thanks again Rem - for a letter to the editor I wrote to Courier Times n Intell.
I spent about 25 minutes outside clipping and throwing things away. Soon, you'll see where. Please pronunce the "wh" like my friend Judy D does from all the way in Boulder.
Pansies round the clock tower in the front yard.
Here's where I throw em away in the backyard, to the right of the rusty shed.
The shed was here 27 yrs ago when I moved in, 1989.
Daylillies rising.
Shed is locked. Wonder what's inside.
The last maple. There were three when I moved in. Nothing lasts forever.
Along the white fence of the Adams Family.
On my rounds I noticed things growing on the roof above the back porch.
Many branches of the akuba - the one nearest the house - were dead, so I cut em down.
Azalea time. Amazing how everything knows when to bloom, so our street is synchronized.
What's this pile of rubbish? Why, there's a blue hydrangea coming up. I was almost gonna say what's this pile of shit, but I stopped meself. That's cause I watched this film last nite. Directed by John Singleton, who I saw on Charlie Rose, I got the film outa the libe.
Was almost gonna turn it off as it was filled with violence, but I stuck with it to the bloody end. I'd recommend it to people under 45. My kids would love it. It's a revenge film, a cowboy film, only it takes place in the urban jungle.
Crepe myrtle looked dead until yesterday when the blossoms appeared.
Dwarf lilac blooming. Also a backyard lilac that has bloomed.
First year my lily of the valleys have bloomed. The white is tinged with purple. Heavenly smell.
Scott's dogwood and the lillies to the right.
Finally finished the Sue Klebold book, A Mother's Reckoning. Her son, Dylan, was one of two killers at Columbine H S. Definitely worth reading, but quite repetitious and too long. Then I watched a few minutes of some interviews she gave. The Diane Sawyer one stunk. Sawyer, I thought, was out for sensationalism and out/control emotion from Sue.
Now I've only got three books left to read.
Finally found an audio book for the kitchen when I cook. You wanna get hooked on these books so's that when you hear the voice of the reader you immediately latch onto it like a baby the breast.
While listening, I thought, Oh no! I should listen to something 'literary' so I can become a better writer.
Forget it, sez I. You need something that will hold your attention as you chop the onions and the mushrooms and the fingers.
URGES IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD
I, too, have the urge
on the last day of
April, or avril, as
we say en francais
To be outside under
the vast dome of
the endless sky
There to introduce
myself to the
glorious pansies
Butter yellow
sundown maroon and
Lake Tahoe blue
And do
Scott's white
dogwood spins
its leaves for
bees and other
tiny beasts to
dine upon, drunk
with ecstasy
How fine it felt
wearing gloves
to scoop up dried
and muddy leaves
on my long lonely
drive
And drop them, nay
toss them, down
a gully behind
the shed
There to become
one with the earth
as we all will one
day, impossible
to think about
on the last
day of April, or
avril, as we say
en francais.
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