Velvet Verbosity

California…land of sunshine. That’s where I’m headed next week and I’m packing my sun-dresses and my bikini, though there won’t be much time for beaches since I’m going for WORK. I do have one day semi-free before I fly back so I let my friends on the West Coast know and made plans with one of them for Thursday. He called tonight.

Me: Hello?

K: Hey you, are you seeing the eclipse?

Me: Yep, I’m looking at it through my window.

K: It’s so beautiful, I’m standing out here on the deck.

Me: It’s too cold here.

K: It is?

Me: Yeah, so I’m staying inside. How warm is it supposed to be next week there? Warm enough for sun-dresses?

K: Uh. Yeah. Of course. Wait, where are you?

Me: I’m in Massachusetts.

K: OOOHHHHH. I thought we were getting together tomorrow.

Me: What? No. I meant next Thursday. Did I not say that?

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You know those little flaps of lip skin you get in the winter? The ones that when you insist on tugging on them finally come off with a chunk of healthy skin?

So how stupid does it make me that I do this every single day all winter?

“Here’s the evening traffic report. Things are good right up until exit 13 where you will be slowed to an annoying crawl by a couple of selfish dolts who decided to get in an accident, right when you need to get home. Not to worry, the authorities are quickly working on clearing out the rubble and human remains so it doesn’t look like you’ll miss your favorite episode of Will and Grace after all. Tune in tomorrow morning to find out who’s lives will be forever altered at the expense of your convenience.”

Sigh.

Just what have I been up to?

* Buying a car. This was a painful yet exhilerating process. After some false leads, and dashed hopes, I have found her. A creamy Subaru Outback. She is a sleek and sexy beast; capable, comfortable, powerful and delightful. If this car were a person, she would be a lean, robust woman, adept at everything she put her hand to, sensuous, mysterious, powerful, precise and quietly intelligent. What name should I give her?

* Searching for artwork for the program cover of the Christmas Vespers concert at Smith College. I spent a delicious afternoon in the Mortimer Rare Book Room, paging through the hefty volume of a German history of the world published in 1493 (the title escapes me now, and I kick myself for not writing it down) filled with woodblock prints of kings, queens, and saints being murdered. I’m not entirely sure why I was directed to this book when I described what I was looking for (Victorian angels perhaps), but surely the blank expressions on both murderers’ and victims faces’ was not it. No matter, it was a pleasure just to lay my hands on a piece of work that spends it’s time locked away behind protective glass.

* Thinking. Of course this is not unusual, for me, or anyone else. It is the intensity of it that has kept me from the keyboard.

I know, where the hell have I been?