Today I spotted an arresting young woman wearing high heeled timberland boots and baby blue jogging short-shorts, hair in a low chignon. Tres chic!
Monday, November 23, 2009
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Poem for the Barnes Road House
I squinted and stretched my elbows down towards my pockets imagining the little window was used to anticipate my old Golf turning up the driveway. Even cleared out I know the neat rows of running shoes in the walk-in closet, weather radio on the sill, dusty pillows on the guest bed, creams for split knuckles, humming of the printers, Bach Arpeggione, Copper Ale and tin of cashews.
Tuesday, November 10, 2009
Vince and Tripp from Formaggio Visit
Vince and Tripp from Formaggio Kitchen were here the past 24 hours. They were very good company and excellent cheese flippers.
This is not a picture of Vince and Tripp, but rather of some very cute mushrooms spotted by the brick path leading up to our house.
Tuesday, October 20, 2009
Bike ride poem
It was fear of being backed into that made me ring my bell and shout hello as I rose from my seat to pedal up the hill behind your Cherokee nose into the driveway of the blue house where you seemed to be meditating with the motor running. Next time I ride by I notice the real estate sign and wonder if I interrupted your farewell. Did you ever bike ride around the block as I do?
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