By Bin Ramke
Lucretius loved Epicurus, knew
the world through him; his
meaning was clear: love as a way
of knowing, of assuming the known.
To know is to narrate.
People die trying to tell what
it was like there then. Others
die of not trying. The form of this
telling is, for example,
a trellis. A growth controlled
unpredictable within measure.
Trellis. Tri licium. three threads.
The weaver knows
through the fingers the way worlds
hold together. Basket makers.
The shadow of a trellis is filled
against itself, against measure.
See the sun try again to
stop the movement of the rose
climbing among the woven ways.
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I did a lot of eating out on Wednesday, which I'm sure my waistline did not need but it was really good. At lunchtime, my father took myself and Adam to Not Your Average Joe's, which is new to our area, where I had a very good three-cheese pistachio pizza and Adam had a fabulous goat cheese raspberry vinaigrette salad, plus we all shared molten chocolate cake. Then I met Karen for dinner at California Pizza Kitchen plus a bit of shopping at Charming Charlie (I didn't have pizza, I had kung pao spaghetti). Adam's girlfriend was also briefly here for a visit, so I had a very social day!
Paul is not going to Bangalore next week for work after all -- the decisions were made so late that he still doesn't have his passport back from the Indian embassy with the visa and he didn't have time to get hepatitis and other shots. Which disrupts younger son's and my cobbled-together beach plans, but makes most aspects of life much less complicated! We watched Harry Potter and the Half-Blood Prince along with Cheryl and caught up a bit with older son, who is learning a lot of things at Amazon. Here are a few more photos of Heather's adorable rescue kittens!
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