May 7, 2011

Bach on the CD. The car keys in my pocket, from the three time I half set out, stood directionless in the backyard, returned to this spot.

Commencement without incident this morning, in the cool, blinding sun. I was at the far edge where I could study Italian as it went on.

The front garden a Persian rug, a cartoon, a parody of spring colors.

Steph’s directorial debut at 35 Below last night. I was infinitely relieved that I could write well of it. Drinks and gumbo at Sazerac afterwards. I couldn’t finish even one drink. Why was that?

Gold birds and vermillion birds at the feeder. The mockingbird hysterical with singing from the wires.