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Cynthia
Interests: In no particular order and not all-inclusive: books and movies, history (including oral history), writing, all things Italian, bicycling (of the fat-tired variety), teaching and learning, finding reasons to be hopeful.
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Yes. We must meet, Michele. Absolutely! I've heard so much about you, and we just keep missing each other. I wonder if we're related somewhere along the line. I think we should just decide that we are. I am going to be abroad for most of April (that sounds so fancy) but after that? How do I contact you? (By the way, I think your cookbook is wonderful.)
I Feel the Lack of You
Yesterday I went to visit my good friend Laura. It wasn’t a long visit; in fact it was what she calls toccata e fuga, touch and run, which, alas, is often my style. (My nickname back in the 1970s was The Breeze, and I’m not proud of it but that seems to be the way I am, always blowing thro...
Thanks, Fran. I think a lot of us worry about Alzheimer's. You're definitely not alone in this. (What's weird is the micro-level of detail we manage to remember from 4th grade!)
I Really Mean It. You'll See.
After briefly browsing in a shop in town yesterday, I stepped outside to an empty curb: my car was gone. Two men were making repairs to a storefront on the street, and I asked them in a panic, “Was my car towed?!” They didn’t think so. They’d been there for an hour and hadn’t even seen a car in...
I miss you, too, Donna Sue! But there are plans a'brew!
I Really Mean It. You'll See.
After briefly browsing in a shop in town yesterday, I stepped outside to an empty curb: my car was gone. Two men were making repairs to a storefront on the street, and I asked them in a panic, “Was my car towed?!” They didn’t think so. They’d been there for an hour and hadn’t even seen a car in...
Thanks for your comment, David. It's a topic one can easily ponder for years!
My Kensington Classmates: A Field Trip Into Memory's Realm
At some point in the late 1950s (or maybe it was the beginning of the 60s) I went to the birthday party of a classmate named Janet Fechner who lived on McDonald Avenue in Brooklyn, not far from my grandfather’s pizzeria. Janet was visually memorable for her long blonde hair, which she wore p...
Thank you, my friends. Yes, I've seen that magazine, David, but not recently; I'll take a look.
Maybe It's the Light, or Lack of Sleep...
Usually when I start these blog posts, I actually have some idea of where I’m headed and what I am going to say. I figure stream of consciousness is fine for a private journal, but it’s bit presumptuous to uncork all that muddy water where others tread. Beware, then, that today is an except...
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Mar 15, 2010
The picture was taken looking up at the mountains from Lone Pine, so it's the eastern side of the Sierra, maybe near the Whitney Portal. Is that what you thought?
Saturday's Poem: Little Rooms
This one is by William Stafford, the friend I never met, whose quiet words have been a tonic and comfort for many years. I have written about him in previous posts and will no doubt refer to him again and again. To be honest, I could turn this Saturday routine into a platform for him alone; I...
And thank YOU again and again for reading and responding...
Short September Walk
Sometimes you really notice things as you walk along the dusty road of this canyon. Yesterday it was clusters of tiny green acorns on the low branches of the oak trees, the surprisingly wide berth of a pregnant cow, and in the blank blue sky a white airplane, its propeller buzzing in the dista...
Hi Donna. Someday soon we should watch the sky from the same geographical location.
Shifting Light
It was a bright night washed in moonbeams to an almost daytime shine, and I was tumbled into wakefulness when the rumble of a distant train unleashed the agitated voices of a caucus of coyotes. I closed my eyes and an image came to me of the earth spinning in space, but more than spinning, I c...
Well, I guess that's one approach! :)
When In Doubt, Make Ice Cream
I just watched a documentary about Garrison Keillor, and one of the things he said was this: “I was afraid of living an ordinary life and I realized that’s what we all get. We get an ordinary life and its good enough. It’s good enough.” Ordinary, in fact, seems miraculous somet...
And I like YOUR style, Donna Sue -- who used to serve us homemade lemonade, and tapenade, and Wheels of Steel.
When In Doubt, Make Ice Cream
I just watched a documentary about Garrison Keillor, and one of the things he said was this: “I was afraid of living an ordinary life and I realized that’s what we all get. We get an ordinary life and its good enough. It’s good enough.” Ordinary, in fact, seems miraculous somet...
I think you're right, Jay.
When In Doubt, Make Ice Cream
I just watched a documentary about Garrison Keillor, and one of the things he said was this: “I was afraid of living an ordinary life and I realized that’s what we all get. We get an ordinary life and its good enough. It’s good enough.” Ordinary, in fact, seems miraculous somet...
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