Grandma Gertie always said there's not a savory dish that can't be made tastier by just a touch of tarragon.
Tsunami and Me
too big to escape now....
Monday, July 11, 2011
Memorial Court, Clare College, University of Cambridge
I can't blame neglecting my blog totally on daydreaming of Cambridge, but it's an easy scapegoat. Sure, I've been preparing for my second consecutive summer, this year in the history track. For the past several weeks I've been immersed in Tudor England, the Napoleonic wars and the Spanish Civil War. Hanging out with Henry VIII and Napoleon takes a lot of energy... pondering Picasso's Guernica can be draining, indeed.
June and July hold so many so many beginnings and endings...both of my weddings, the birthdays of each of my husbands, plus my own, and the anniversaries of the deaths of my late husband and of some dear friends. So to slog through these days without collapsing into total ennui, I've watched 18 episodes of The Grand, the British television series set in 1920s Manchester. Plus I've devoted a couple of nights each week to So You Think You Can Dance, wishing I were 16 once more, pirouetting with the Pavlovettes.
But now, after a few weeks of literary limbo, I've written and submitted some new stories.
My latest narrative essays:
How a Peace Corps Medical Officer aligned my nose with my toes. Why marriage can be all fun and games, given a good deck of cards. When you can't be 100% positive, maybe 85% will suffice. What devoting a minute a day to practicing Spanish can do for your mental health. Where to start when you're feeling paralyzed with fear.
Now I've got to get back to Harry Houdini's pesky rodent. That rabbit's been on my mind for weeks.