Loose Leaf Notes

1. It all goes downhill after I have to put on socks.

2. You know how they say ‘good eye’ in baseball? I say it to photographers.

3. Lying on a rock with my camera in hand and on my lap after hiking to the Cascades waterfall, I said to my sister Sherry, “This is how you should bury me.”

4. I was thinking about how we buried my dad with his remote-control clicker in hand, but my sister told me it was actually scratch tickets.

5. This weekend, I covered the Miss Floyd County pageant, saw the Floyd Community Theatre’s female version of The Odd Couple and went to two birthday parties.  The first one was created as a diversion to the second after I inadvertently jeopardized the surprise when I asked friends ‘what is this Mama C’s surprise birthday party invite I saw on Facebook?’

6. I was nudged, quickly recognized what I had done and tried to lessen the impact by saying, ‘oh, you mean that Mama Cass party?’

7. I called my Facebook album of pictures from the fake party and the real party “From the Diversion Dinner Party to the Full Blown Confetti Thrown Fiesta.”

8. I blame Leonard Cohen for my thrift shop addiction.  It sounded so good to me when he sang “Suzanne takes your hand … And she leads you to the river … She’s wearing rags and feathers … From Salvation Army counters … And the sun pours down like honey … On our lady of the harbour … And she shows you where to look … Among the garbage and the flowers.”

9. Back then I had a sign in the bathroom window of the apartment I shared with my sister that said “She Came in Through the Bathroom Window.”

10. I’m getting the age that after I say something, I feel the need to ask ‘did you get that reference?’

11. Last night I re-read a comment from 2005 / You were cancer-free when you said  / “I always wish I knew you were depressed” / It was on a blog post titled / I Almost Went to Woodstock / back when blogs were like living rooms / that we wandered in and out of / talking to each other … Read These Are the Conversations We Have Now in its entirety HERE.

12. “Poetry is my cheap means of transportation. By the end of the poem the reader should be in a different place from where he started. I would like him to be slightly disoriented at the end, like I drove him outside of town at night and dropped him off in a cornfield.” – Billy Collins

13. Who’s Going to Clean Up THIS Mess?

____________Thirteen Thursday