The real me is the woman in this window, manual typewriter in front of her but holding a pencil posed over paper. Deer nibble at shrubbery on snow-covered lawn, fodder both for her writing and for her life.
Or are they the same thing?
[Picture by illustrator Adrianne Blair in Faith Baldwin's Face Toward the Spring.]
Tuesday, October 13, 2015
On Friday the 13th of October, 1961,
my father caught me in his camera lens, reflected in a mirror,
standing in the doorway of our dining room.
I was waiting to get dressed for my wedding.
For a week now I have been without internet,
no way to blog or visit my blog friends,
visit with family on FB, email, pay bills......
Having a weak signal on Monday, I am trying to post this,
hoping it will get published.
After 3 visits from Comcast,
one which did restore our television reception,
we are promised a tech and bucket truck on Tuesday
to run a new drop line.
Tuesday October 13th, our 54th anniversary.
And so I'm waiting again, waiting to blog again,
and visit my dear blog friends.
I hope you will wait for me,
because I will be back.
But today, R.H. and I will just celebrate 54 years of marriage, while waiting for the cable guy.
Added October 14th at 3:18 p.m.:
After 9 days our internet is fully restored!
I just published these wonderful comments--thank you so much for your
anniversary wishes! I'll begin returning visits this evening. I can't wait to