Molly Goatwax

Gift from Long Ago.

This is a pretty, a bag my friend Jennifer made. She used to sell them from a table in NYC when she lived there with another poet. I have kept it in my dresser for a long time, I will start using it, worn with a skirt , but around my waist to make up for the skirt's lack of pockets. I will feel like a chattlelaine when I put my key in it.

Maintenance

I went to the dentist for the first time in years, and while the teeth are in poor shape and need work, they aren't killing me! WHEEEEE! That's good news. Various other tune ups and checks available for the unemployed are also coming in better than expected. In case you wanted to know. I'm feeling sore but quite optimistic.

Duct Tape

On the outside of the house, where the walls meet the pavement on the spots that leak. This should get interesting.

Seeing The Light

In noodling around with a toy light box for tracing, first replacing the expensive batteries and then the hard-to-find bulb, I got it to work for a minute before the bulb fried. (Gnashes teeth) No wonder the previous owner threw it out. The younger daughter suggested I put the Ipod in it, set on high brightness. With the wireless signal out, I couldn't download a flashlight app, but I found setting it on a poetry reader provided enough light to trace some text on seaweed paper for collage. This answers a challenge I had been having for years. Picture a lightbulb light up in a cartoon bubble over my head. Then imagine me reaching into that bubble, grabbing the bulb and putting it into my toy light box.