Wednesday, June 28, 2006


a harley

I ‘Heart’ Libraries

My head is back in a book where it should be! JB has been off for a couple of days and I feel like my old self, back when I had long afternoons to spend in an air-conditioned library at a large table, reading. Free to come and go as I please for a cup of coffee, to surf the net, or simply to go to the bathroom without rushing. Little Pet is seven and a half months now and more than happy to hang out with dada.

I’ve been going gaga over the racks and stacks of newly released books and magazines and I’ve discovered a printmaking transfer technique that use Xerox copies, wintergreen oil and a wooden spoon, so I’ve also been hitting up the libraries for their copy machines as well. It isn’t like I haven’t taken the kids to the library lately, it is just that it has been a really quick in and out, before Little Pet starts with the screeching or the “da da da da’s,” and “haaaay’s” at the top of her lungs. Usually I would join in with her singing, but I figure the couple dozen other library patrons wouldn’t be quite as enthusiastic.

So I’m off to smell the dust and the ink of my local library, to search for images of cycle transmissions and scarlet foliage, to peruse the shiny covers of the new books and to sit in a comfy chair in front of a big glass window and read.

Saturday, June 24, 2006


The picture is from a storefront on the east side, the owner of which bikes his older husky around in a burley when it gets too tired to walk or run.

Pets are People Too?

Juji’s fish jumped. We found the salad bowl empty one evening and after a few minutes of scratching our heads and looking suspiciously at the dog, we found it on the floor under his desk. The dog didn’t do her usual guilt admission pose, so we assumed the poor thing flipped itself out of the bowl and off the desk. Juji hasn’t decided yet on a porcelain flush burial or nice garden plot ceremony, so the fish sits on top of the refrigerator on a paper napkin getting drier and flatter.

I’ll just add that to the “to do” list:
>Read “Night” for bookclub, which happens to be tonight.
>Have funeral for fish before it turns into a bony sliver (although I’d rather just feed it to the cat that lives downstairs).
>Tell JB to stop with the fruitbats cd that he has been playing incessantly for the past month(“We were born in the 70's...”, “I’ve been trying...”, “and I want you...”).
>Catsit for downstairs neighbor (and they want me to crush up pills and put them in organic yogurt..).
And those are just the highlights...

The thing is that Juji took really nice care of the fish. Blew air into it a few times a day with a straw, crushed up flakes of food for it, and even got up out of a sound sleep to feed it one night. But such is life with pets, we outlive them and that can be sad.

Wednesday, June 14, 2006


painted porch

Stuck in Park

Little Petunia is getting another tooth. I can tell because she is cranky, clingy, drooly and unable to sleep for longer than a few hours. She writhed around in bed fussing, trying to pull herself up by her diaper and flopping from side to side until she landed on her belly, face down in a puddle of spilled milk. Then the crying began in earnest. Poor baby, poor mama, at 1 and 3 and 5am with the diapers, the bottle, the rocking, the shushing and the teething.

Juji finally crashed after 3 days of partying which included throwing paper airplanes off the 23rd floor of a downtown condo, drinking root beer at a bar at 11pm with a bunch of sloshed neurologists, and winning a new pet (a fish in a bag of blue water) from the neighborhood street festival, which now lives on his desk in my salad bowl.

JB graduated, but returns to the same hospital for a one year fellowship with the same doctors, same salary and same politics. As the chief resident said “I’ve learned a lot about academic medicine, and it ain’t pretty.” Unfortunately JB’s program has outgrown itself and changed leadership in his last year, making for some ugly battles and unexpected changes.

Painters have descended on our house with their ladders and their scraping and their paint chips. The landlord chopped down the roses and lilies so they could paint the porch spindles and my garden sits ready and unplanted, waiting for the painters to scrape the stucco off the garage wall.

This weekend, the parking brake on the car got stuck in ‘on’ and we were unable to drive it anywhere without an ear-shattering screech. We also found out that our new and lovely downstairs neighbors are moving out already in 2 weeks. So, around we go again with the teething and the waiting and the crashing and the academic medicine, and a new set of neighbors, and expensive car repairs and the strange feeling of staying put.