Blue Like The Sky
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| Blog Name: | Blue Like The Sky |
| Url: | http://www.therandomblue.blogspot.com |
| Language: | unknown |
| Topics: | midlife, miscellaneous, writing |
| Description: | Who am I? The world's biggest cowardly writer. I promise nothing but a view into midlife, whatever blows out my snorkel when I surface from one of the pools in which I swim, and a forum for you to talk back and point out my blind spots...kindly. And what's with the title? Not a lot. Blue is on my mind today. Blue states (I don't live in one, but I did once and loved it dearly). Blue skies (I'm thinking of the autumn sky in Taos, bright against the golden cottonwoods). Blue feelings (they come and go, just like everyone else's). And blue eyes (I do have two of them). I ran across a Frank O'Hara quote today when I clicked on an unfamiliar blog. I'm not particularly familiar with O'Hara and the quote doesn't describe me, per se, but it just hasn't left my mind. Here it is (apologies if the formatting doesn't transfer): My eyes are vague blue, like the sky, and change all the time; they are indiscriminate but fleeting, entirely specific and disloyal, so that no one trusts me. I am always looking away. Or again at something after it has given me up. It makes me restless and that makes me unhappy, but I cannot keep them still. If only I had grey, green, black, brown, yellow eyes; I would stay at home and do something. It's not that I'm curious. On the contrary, I am bored but it's my duty to be attentive, I am needed by things as the sky must be above the earth. And lately, so great has their anxiety become, I can spare myself little sleep. - Frank O'Hara It seems that many of my friends, men and women alike, particularly those with aging marriages or aging parents or children of any age are feeling a disquiet in their gut. But I'm taking that blue and I'm making mine like the blue of the sky: impermanent. When it's here, it's here. Then it won't be. Then it will be. That much is certain. I'm going to let it be the cerulean blue of peace. |
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When will it truly be fall?I'm as restless as a migrating goose, but free of any drive to take off (or do much of anything). I keep waiting for the first seen breath, the first comforter night, the first earnest foliage-drop. Those of you who know me will have patience, aware that I pine for my favorite season about this time every year, jealously ogling AP photos of New England leaves.What do we have?Rain. Tons and tons of
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Yes, reader(s)....I'm still alive. It's a season of memories and not enough time to think about them as life does still seem to go on.A couple of folks have missed the blog, so I thought I'd make an attempt at a post. Know that what you are about to read is pure opinion, shamefully unsourced. But it's that kind of a day...kind of rantish.So, for your consideration, some random thoughts on health care.1. I've given up on trying to follow the permutations of the "health care bill" until, at least, one ma
Yes, reader(s)....I'm still alive. It's a season of memories and not enough time to think about them as life does still seem to go on.A couple of folks have missed the blog, so I thought I'd make an attempt at a post. Know that what you are about to read is pure opinion, shamefully unsourced. But it's that kind of a day...kind of rantish.So, for your consideration, some random thoughts on health care.1. I've given up on trying to follow the permutations of the "health care bill" until, at least, one ma
Autumn Deficit Disorder
It's that time of year when I long for a fall that just won't come. When the usually ubiquitous squirrels go missing, probably to Vermont or some autumn haven, because nothing in the atmosphere suggests they should bother burying acorns. When the desire to pluck a perfectly ripe apple from a tree is defeated by green pecans.
It's that time of year when I long for a fall that just won't come. When the usually ubiquitous squirrels go missing, probably to Vermont or some autumn haven, because nothing in the atmosphere suggests they should bother burying acorns. When the desire to pluck a perfectly ripe apple from a tree is defeated by green pecans.
Slight Cooling Trend
Sorry I've been away for so long. My days in Oregon were full if hot, my trip home was uneventful, and settling back into a routine has been challenging.The last two mornings have held a suggestion of coolness, and evening walks have become slightly less sweaty. Such minuscule harbingers of fall always improve my mood and inspire new ideas.Along these lines, here are some random plans/resolutions for the upcoming season.1. Eschew restaurants for food I cook myself.
Sorry I've been away for so long. My days in Oregon were full if hot, my trip home was uneventful, and settling back into a routine has been challenging.The last two mornings have held a suggestion of coolness, and evening walks have become slightly less sweaty. Such minuscule harbingers of fall always improve my mood and inspire new ideas.Along these lines, here are some random plans/resolutions for the upcoming season.1. Eschew restaurants for food I cook myself.
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