Poem for Saturday and Halloween Decorations

Ghost Music
By Robert Graves

Gloomy and bare the organ-loft,
Bent-backed and blind the organist.
From rafters looming shadowy,
From the pipes' tuneful company,
Drifted together drowsily,
Innumerable, formless, dim,
The ghosts of long-dead melodies,
Of anthems, stately, thunderous,
Of Kyries shrill and tremulous:
In melancholy drowsy-sweet
They huddled there in harmony.
Like bats at noontide rafter-hung.

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After one final bout of scanning and lots of packing and taping, I have sent three boxes off to Texas A&M, one containing nothing but zines, one a mix of fan club newsletters and correspondence, and one with over a thousand photos from Star Trek conventions and appearances (if you ever sent me photos of Kate Mulgrew for Now Voyager, they will be archived permanently in the Science Fiction & Fantasy Research Collection at the Cushing Memorial Library & Archives).  

Paul had an appointment for his Covid booster at Walgreens, which conveniently is also our nearest FedEx pickup place, so I labeled the boxes and hauled them inside in a shopping cart while he was checking in and waiting for his shot. Since he had to wait 15 minutes before leaving, we also checked out what little was left of the Halloween candy, which is already giving way to Christmas candy and holiday-themed slippers and decorations. 

We had dinner with my parents but could not face the thought of watching the Braves win at home, so instead we binged the rest of the third season of the BBC's Ghosts, which was great, and watched the first few episodes of the American remake, which wasn't as bad as some people had warned me (though the guy playing the husband is terrible). Since it's practically Halloween, here are the cupcakes my mom got and some of our neighborhood decorations: