The Writer's Almanac- California, Tom Robbins, helping people, the Velveteen Rabbit, and a Kennedy

Pure coincidence, I'm sure, that the poem today is about California when THAT IS WHERE I AM GOING IN ABOUT 6.5 HOURS!

Sorry if this eats your Fpage. IE is being rude and won't let me use a cut. Will edit shortly.

 

Fault

by Ron Koertge

In the airport bar, I tell my mother not to worry.
No one ever tripped and fell into the San Andreas
Fault. But as she dabs at her dry eyes, I remember
those old movies where the earth does open.

There's always one blonde entomologist, four
deceitful explorers, and a pilot who's good-looking
but not smart enough to take off his leather jacket
in the jungle.

Still, he and Dr. Cutie Bug are the only ones
who survive the spectacular quake because
they spent their time making plans to go back
to the Mid-West and live near his parents

while others wanted to steal the gold and ivory
then move to Los Angeles where they would rarely
call their mothers and almost never fly home
and when they did for only a few days at a time.
 

"Fault" by Ron Koertge, from Geography of the Forehead. © University of Arkansas Press, 2000. Published with permission. (buy now)

 

( Awesomeness and a drink named after a Kennedy. )

*waves*

Ta ta for now!

Checked in online, returned the camera (the old one still works fine and I just didn't want the new one, I guess), wished I'd brought the gray strapless Gap dress and bib necklace (oh well), on my way to return the Chacos, publication issues getting sorted (thank GAWD) and tickets for the play printed out and in the suitcase. I have 3 bathing suits (one old, two new that I'm kinda nervous about since I haven't worn a bikini since the age of 3), but I got myself down to ONE pair of running shoes and one pair of flips... okay two pairs of flips. (And I left Domo at home. When I left he was sorting through the knife drawer...) So yeah. Ready to go, pretty much. Wow. Not bad for a chick who went to bed at 1:30am and got up at 5:45am- made the bus, got to work BEFORE MY BOSS, and things are getting done.

I turned off comments in LJ because I was afraid I'd be compulsively checking it up until well past the time I was due at the airport. It's not you, flist, it's me. I do things like that. Comments are crack. (Say "crack" again. "CRACK!") Jess said she won't be leaving her laptop for Andi and I to play with during the day because she needs it at work, which at first was a bit scary, but now that I think about it might be a good thing. Which reminds me- gotta print off some stuff before I go.

Tried on the pink Chacos again and might go walking around the office in them just to make absolute sure... BADBADBAD.

Anyway, have a great rest of the week. I might drag Andi to the Self-Realization Garden in Encinitas for a little quiet contemplation- though with the way we talk on the phone I'm sure we'll be booted out after about 5 minutes. *lol*