I was touched when Bennie forwarded an email from the gallery the evening before last. It was from Paula. "Are all of you OK?" she asked. "You haven't blogged in a while."
As I told Paula, I've been home and in the stores and on the highway between Albuquerque and Santa Fe, and my vintage laptop doesn't allow me to post. This is what I've been doing instead:
1. Purchased presents for relatives in Alabama, California, and Illinois. Was in particular pleased with a set of "gnarly teeth" I found for my great-nephew. A kit that comes with teeth for a host of personalities--the Six Faces of Kade--Werewolf, Grandpa, Clem (country bumpkin), Mad Scientist, etc. Almost kept them myself. After all, we give what we'd like to get.
2. Wrapped presents. Discovered a plastic bear that poops jelly beans is a bitch to wrap.
3. Wrote annual Christmas letter, wherein I condensed 2007 into two pages, 10-point, single-spaced.
4. Addressed Christmas cards, inserted letters in cards.
5. Did some cleaning out of drawers, in anticipation of the arrival of new space-occupying stuff in the form of Christmas gifts. Was stunned to discover medical records from 1984. This means I hauled all that from lower Pacific Heights in San Francisco, to Laurel Heights, to Parkside, to Pacifica, to the southside of Santa Fe, to our current home outside of town. Why? Am I that sentimental about my old blood lipids readings?
6. Went to see the Coen Brothers' "No Country for Old Men." Thumbs up! Maximum creep factor! Gnarlier than gnarly teeth!
7. Went to see Flannery's African dance performance. Totally gnarly, and in the very best way. STANDING OVATION.
8. Went to see Andre Rieu Orchestra with my in-laws. Somewhat gnarly.
9. Rearranged furniture to make room for Christmas tree.
10. Found this poem I wrote, published in 1982. I retroactively dedicate it to Heather, since she's an Einstein adorer:
IN EINSTEIN'S HOUSE, IN THE CLOSET
in Einstein's house, in the closet
every corner is singing
the black, explicit song
of the closet
the hat boxes
the lyrical curves
of the violin case give way
to corners, the closet's
angles. or are they
are there angels, singing
in the corners?
are there angels boxing
in the darkness?
if angels, will they hold
against the darkness?
will they take bows
against thin air?
is it air we hear
when we hear
if air, are the angels why
this unstrung music?
are the angels why music
goes on falling
why the violin case
hums and hums?
are they why the insides
and the pockets of clothing
fill with song?
are the angels why
Einstein's overcoat hums along?