March 26, 2025
Put the finishing touches on The Nurseryman’s Wedding.
Yesterday hiking at the Arboretum with L and J. Glorious day. Ate lunch at a restaurant that lingers in my mind because while it was being built, I “dated” the guy who installed the appliances. A good day. I was hardly even tired. Iron slowly kicking in.
Left half way through rehearsal last night, my voice was so bad, and my throat hurt making ugly sounds, so there was no point. I’ve had some sort of voice-strangling infection for six months; fury over that hit while I was driving home. God was wise to keep his distance.
The chipper came, loudly reduced and transported the brush the Duke workmen had left. I assumed all that was going to be a big quarrel, never-ending, frustrating, but it went pretty much as they said it would. The workmen were cute. They enjoyed each other and their jobs.
Have been weepy since waking. Watch a cat video and longed for a cat. Every thought-road led to something grievous. That recedes as the morning advances.
Fifty-one years ago today mother died on the operating table. I remember on the first anniversary standing outside my horrible apartment on Adams Street in Syracuse, in a blizzard, sobbing so hard I couldn’t go in lest somebody hear me.
Evening: Cultivated, then planted black lilies and daylilies. It was too cold, but the work warmed me up enough.
One of those days when all bad notions come together in acute, blinding focus. Sat on the sunny cold porch with wine in my hand, cursing the Lord until I was too drunk to sit. Lay down in oblivion until the sun had traversed the sky. One benefit of the solitary life is that there are no witnesses to this terrible, and yet extended, moment.
To have some measure of control over something, paid off my car loan. Will probably total the car tonight.
Odd– I catch myself praying piteously to the Ghost I have spent two hours blaspheming.