My Babylonian Captivity: Do stop in and read Tugster's newest blog. For Tugster was captured in Iran when Iraq invaded, and this is the story of that time. A story for today.
Himself: Spent over ten hours on the computer. No long breaks for anything. Walked by the bay….plodded is more like it.
Herself: …and the quilt blog too: Swam, worked on sonnet, did books at the shop, put some order into my mess in the living room while doing laundry, read, grocery shopped, cooked dinner, dragged him away from the computer to eat by the bay. Felt indescribably domestic.
Oh, I can remember recipes from my childhood or yesterday….like Bonnie D’s zucchini salad that we are eating tonight even down to parboiling the zucchini for 3 minutes. I note this morning that yesterday’s rhymes don’t quite work. Downward and blurred don’t quite make it, and with any other word I call up, nothing is there.
At an estate sale this weekend, I purchased a small, battered, LA Library volume of Dorothy’s Parker’s work compiled in 1944. One sonnet had caught my eye, and encouraged by the group, I thought I’d attempt this most difficult poetic form. Difficult is the word for it when all you have upstairs is silence.
I’ll try again this morning after I drown yesterday’s sorrows in the pool.