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Sunday, March 13, 2005 |
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Repeat as necessary: "The solitary person is in great danger from the Dragon because without an outside enemy the Dragon turns on the self. In fact, self-destructiveness is the first of human weaknesses. When we know all the ways we can be self-destructive that will be very valuable knowledge indeed. ... We all get there someday however and do the work that we are supposed to do. Of all the pitfalls in our paths and the tremendous delays and wanderings off the track I want to say that they are not what they seem to be. I want to say that all that seems like fantastic mistakes are not mistakes, all that seems like error is not error; and it all has to be done. That which seems like a false step is the next step" (Agnes Martin, Writings/Schriften, p. 73). This is the book of True. 1:01:24 PM  comment []
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Someone at Thacher Proffitt & Wood, a White Plains law firm (remember White Plains?), Googled my name this morning. Minus Maine or ME or actress. I Googled them back. NOW what? 12:27:49 PM comment []
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I continue with work on the Inventory of Kept and Lost Things today. The day is somewhat cooler than it has been--in the 50s F. so far, more like the cusp of spring should be. I devoured my tea-and-cookie quite early and move on now to the midmorning tiny-coffee-and-toast. Excellent bitter marmalade. Gosh, yesterday was the worst day I've had in months, and that's saying a lot. Survived, though. Today I'm good, with the breakfast bits and so on. Big pot of beans started on the stove, and another of brown rice. Elements of suppers to come. Load of denim just came to a halt in the dryer. Brother will be glad; he's in sweat pants today. So another Sunday morning, another dead cat on the doorstep. I couldn't believe it. Absolute foul rank rotten. And Apple sitting by with cadaverine on her breath. Oh jeez. At least it's not a black cat this week; an ordinary black-gray stripe. This one, unlike the last, has lots of soil in its fur. I'm wondering whether Apple is digging up someone's cat graveyard. As long as the corpses are unfamiliar to me I'll be OK. Bag it, tie it, into a trash can with a very tight lid. (I don't want to bury plastic, and burying apparently doesn't do much good anyway....) Oh but the stench. And how to disinfect Apple? And why only Sundays? 11:53:14 AM comment []
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