Sunday, November 30, 2003

Last day of November ... aiiiiieeee!

My best trick today: Running the end of my cart into a cosmetics display at the Save-on Foods. Urg. Shrieking "Eeeks!" at the appropriate moment. The woman passing in the other direction giggling appreciatively. After quickly picking up and rolling away, vowing never to shop at Save-On on a Sunday again.

Big sigh of relief: Active Voice/La voix active is DONE! Thank you Bruce for persevering in the face of obstacles and amateurs.

Now reading: Island, a collection of short stories by Alistair MacLeod. Very good. Sister Crazy by Emma Richler. Feels uncomfortably, intentionally constructed to be read as biography-based fiction. Conflict, Action and Suspense by William Noble, in preparation for next semester's Distilled Prose class.

Today I like: Tea! Apple crisp (I made a delicious dish for supper). Stevie Nicks' wardrobe. Cotton tights. The glittery night that leaves me ageless, timeless.

Today I dislike: The speed of light. Being late. Running out of time. Beholdenness. Laundry pile replenishing every week! Bad reviews of records I'm looking forward to hearing.

The I-Tunes says... And you dream you're free but you'll awake / too much too late, too much too late — Berlin, "Like Flames" ... Long ago it must be, I have a photograph / Preserve your memories, they’re all that’s left you — Simon and Garfunkel, "Bookends"

And then from the sublime to the ridiculous: "Don't Go Breakin' My Heart" — Elton John with Kiki Dee ... Heavy — ain't it heavy?

Leslie

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