Summary: In 1950, a woman seeks confirmation of her devout Catholic values.
Lines that will stick with me: “She nags God for a private miracle – something cozy just between the two of them …”
My take: I did make it to the end; in fact, I read the ending twice, to make sure I’d read it correctly. (I had.) I didn’t find the main character very likeable to start, and still wasn’t exactly fond of her at the end – though I did have more sympathy for her. All that being said I have to admit that it was an honest-to-gosh story and, for me, one that in the end came this close to crossing the line between literary and speculative fiction – which, in the end, probably made me like it a bit more than I otherwise might have.
(Fair disclosure – Though I was fairly religious when I was much younger, I’m not now. Also, I was once married into a Catholic family, and I’m also not now.)
#5, for 12/21/16
At Winter’s Solstice
Darkness gives way to the light.
This year, it lingers.
#6, for 12/28/16
Not yet New Year’s Day:
My resolutions were made
On Election Eve.
What we know is:
He did it.
We know how
(The rope, the ceiling)
Not why life’s center
Slipped beyond his grasp
Did he leave with it on his shoulders,
Or on the backs of others?
About last Wednesday
I had ideas —
Lots of them,
In flight and vicious:
Green bottle flies.
Flapping their wings
Snapping at each other.
Even at the end
As they sank into the darkness
Too exhausted to fly,
Their malice was not so spent
As to recommend a close encounter
I had ideas,
But no words for last Wednesday
There is something going on in my dreams
Last night I drifted on a sparkling green-glass sea: my sails unfurled, catching the wind — I grabbed a rope and maneuvered the boat into a bay clogged with sunbathers on inflatable rafts, belly up like frogs on lily pads pinned out for dissection. I sailed through, around some, over a few, until someone shouted, “You don’t know what you’re doing!” and I answered, “No, but I am doing it.”
The night before, I’d danced, silently and for myself, slowly turning round and round in a grey taffeta dress trimmed in rickrack — rows of red, orange and yellow — the sheen of the fabric, the bright lines of color coming out of the darkness and into view briefly before disappearing back into the shadows.
Last night I broke my reading glasses
I heard them drop to the floor with a crack, but I hoped for the best. That’s what I do when things don’t go my way — which is to say, what I’ve been lately doing quite a bit. When I picked them up my finger went through the empty space where the left lens used to be and I was annoyed with myself for letting it happen. (They were peacock blue and recent favorites.) But as I slipped them into the waste bin my anger retreated, disappearing into the grey cloud cover of numbness that has been in my life for days, yet another broken thing that seems beyond my power to mend.
My introverted side has been in control for a while, but I’ve finally gotten to the point where I’m ready to share things again. It’s not like I haven’t been doing anything
My Cossack Poncho
The “Cossack” refers to the yarn –Sirdar, and free-to-me via someone else’s de-stashing. It’s a dark, blackish-blue with strands of pale turquoise and flecks of copper — great with jeans and got a lot wear in the last few months.
2015 Handmade Gift Extravaganza
This year, everyone on my list got one of these cowls.”Only” twelve in these pics — I made a total of 15, and all done (and blocked!) before they needed to be wrapped on the 24th. (pretty sure that’s a first for me…)
And last — but definitely not least — my new Schacht Flip Loom, a much hinted-for but still unexpected birthday gift from JayZee.
A close up of the on-loom project, a scarf in self-striping sock yarn warp with weft of solid blue fine fingering yarn. It’s done and off the loom now, waiting for me to get up the nerve to full it.