Loose Leaf Notes

1. I call the above photo “She Wears Her Heart on Her Sleeve.”

2. The picture below of my sister Kathy and her husband Ozzie is one of my favorites from my recent week in my hometown, where I was visiting my mom in the nursing home and going to family Labor Day Cook-out.  It’s a loving picture that inspired the above title “Click and Hit Save.”

3. Me to my mother: We’re all getting older.  My mother: And I’m getting younger!  Me: How does that work?  My mother: I just feel it.

4. I’ve been calling it a cross between the Academy Awards for potters and a Filenes Basement bridal sale.  We were told by our son Josh Copus, one of the exhibitors, that you have to see it to believe it, and over the weekend Joe and I finally did.  Josh’s booth created quite a buzz.  People orbited around his large round pots that made me think of planets and world’s colliding.  – More from The 11th Annual Potters Market Invitational HERE.

5. I recently learned that the earth gets heavier everyday because of space debris and that the moon is getting further and further away from the earth, which made me want to write a lover’s heartbreak poem about the earth and the moon growing apart and breaking up.

6. My sister Tricia looks like the ‘70s teen idol Leif Garret before he got older and looked like Bret Michaels.

7. When my grandson Bryce was little I called him a “dreamboat.” I called his brother Liam the “heart throb.”

8. Bryce (7): Isn’t it funny that we’re the aliens to the aliens. Aliens could be real. Nobody’s explored a different universe.

9. Reading a Sun Magazine on the plane to Boston I discovered the writing of St. James Harris Wood, a musician and published writer who is doing time for robbery related to heroin addiction. “One of the most jarring parts of being in prison is waking up.  Every morning it comes crashing down: the smells, the walls, the noise, the irrefutable fact of being trapped, and the memory of the events that led me here,” he writes in letter describing prison life.  His writing is good, often humorous, and I liked learning about his life in “the penal colony.”  Later, I googled him and discovered that he writes songs, has a novel, poetry and a webpage from prison HERE.

10. While reading, I began to feel that the plane was strangely like a prison.  I was squeezed in a small cell of a seat next to people I didn’t know while waiting for the attendant to come around and give us snacks and water.  Also, we sat on the runway not able to leave the plane for an uncomfortable amount of time.

11. Sometimes when I walk by the garden and see a head of red sails lettuce going to seed, I think it’s a chicken that escaped the coop and is eating the last of my vegetables.

12. In the last fling of summer / bleeding hearts flutter / Ladybugs hug / and butterflies stutter / Songbirds lament / the last rush of lush / while hummingbirds hover / over leftover nectar.  – Read The Hum of Summer in its entirety HERE.

13. I can’t wait to do THIS!

_____Thirteen Thursday