Friday, July 17, 2015

Poem for Friday and Seaside Seattle

The wall hanging I never noticed
By Dorothea Lasky

I never noticed before
How the red flowers hang from the blue branches
I never noticed before the light in this room
I never noticed the way the air is cool again
I never noticed anything but you
But you but you
So that I couldn't sleep
I never noticed what was anything but you
Until I noticed you
And could not help it
Until I noticed you I could not help it
Until you made the red flowers alive again
Until the blue branches
The lemons you loved, but also the way you loved me, too
Until all of this I never noticed you
But once I did
I never minded noticing
I never stopped noticing
Until I noticed you
I never stopped noticing
Until you, I never stopped


Not a lot of excitement to report from Thursday -- I only left the house to go grocery shopping! And I still have laundry to fold and some minor unpacking to do, like putting my jewelry away. (Such are my priorities that I got my photos from Seattle uploaded -- and put family photos into the reunion Shutterfly collection for west coast relatives -- before putting all the clothes away.)

Adam brought his girlfriend home to study for their calculus test on Friday, and, after dinner, they decided to watch Wimbledon, so of course I had to watch with them. Then Adam went to study some more while Paul and I watched the season premiere of Masters of Sex, which was really not a happy episode. Some photos from Olympic Beach's fishing pier, the ferry, and the visitor station:

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