My friend has gone to her cabin in the woods and I am cheering her all the way. My husband wanders the early morning streets of Culver City, unable to sleep in a new time zone. Another friend carries my backpack for a hike in Yosemite. Next year my mother will cruise to Bora Bora with her own room on a ship that serves afternoon tea. And this weekend I am home alone with cats and mosquitoes and the studio I love best and not a plan in the world besides having My Own Private Yaddo, right here. I make my list early, these things I shall do:
In Day 1, I manage the first four, and while I walk, the city keeps being a city and a shopping cart tilts in the river.
May 29, 2015