Wednesday, November 21, 2007
The pictures of the blanket are below. There is a close-up, of course.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Waiting in Grey
She was beautiful bathed in the florescent light.
“You’re married,” she said. It wasn’t a question, although she had never asked before.
“Yes. I love her very much,” because nothing is ever so simple.
“I could never not love her,” he went on, “She holds my past. She shares my memories.”
“You think I am being dramatic. You’ve never been married. That is what it is to be married. You become interwoven with another in memories.”
No one spoke the way he did. It was why she was in love with him. One of the reasons anyway.
“You read too much Henry James,” she said, in explanation, although she knew that wasn’t the case at all.
They were stalling notably and had been doing so for what seemed an infinite time.
How long can we wait in the grey? How long can we go with no decisions at all? She wanted him to be the adult and take charge. He wanted her to provide seduction, all the while not knowing if seduction was in her character. Did she even know if seduction was in her character? She was beautiful, giving her license for temptation, but she did not know guile and hurt, could not imagine the pain that would be caused if action occurred because in a breath he had said, “I love her very much.”
Still she did not have the naïveté of youth – she was old enough to be past that.
“Walk with me,” he said, needing motion, needing the clarity that might come from the hit of cold air as they exited.
A university if never vacant and dark in entirety, could manage to be vacant and dark enough. Her hat made her hair jut out wildly moving in him a pang of something not quite desire, not quite love. And while it was at this moment moving towards being something like love, something like kindness between them, it would never be lust because neither of them could imagine that far, confining themselves inadvertently to teacher/student roles that ought to have been abandoned. And no matter how many times she said it, his first name would always reverberate with a clang in her ears, filling in professor in her brain.
“You were in my dream last night,” he said, surprising her, sighing. This was, in its way, its own kind of cruelty. “I’m corrupting you,” he went on.
She laughed but gently.
“I’m not your prelapsarian Eve. You should know.”
He had not thought of it before. She had been somewhat of a girl in his mind. That she was not an innocent that he was corrupting gave him a relief, a freedom – he would not be ever taking advantage of her.
“It’s been complicated before,” she continued. “This is not the first thing that I have done that I know is wrong. I had not stopped loving him, you know. And the funny thing, the really funny thing was that I didn’t feel bad the way I thought I would. I thought it would kill me to see my boyfriend after what I had done, after those kisses and, well, it doesn’t matter. But it didn’t. It really didn’t. The guilt I felt was for not feeling guilty.”
Her soliloquy stopped him, greedily grabbed his air from him. The moment had weight. He carefully touch her cheek, watching her eyes briefly close in the creation of memory then focus back on his in uncertain want.
“These things don’t matter,” she said with assertion, “Anything before this – it doesn’t matter.” As if saying that made it true.
She moved with words, waiting for him to move with action.
He was uncertain, after the cold of her cheek under his palm, after her words.
“Come with me,” she said, taking his hand – astonishment in itself – bring him back the way they came, entering the front door of the building as if they had nothing to hide. And what is someone should see them?
The office door had been left unlocked.
“I had always thought that there was a moment when things became inevitable,” she said, “but that’s not it at all. Every kiss is a new and different choice, a different damnation.”
“You’re not who I expected you to be.”
She let him kiss her then, which he did in the softest of touches, watching her eyes again close, thinking, “Now there is memory between us too.”
She was still cold from the outside, and he wrapped her in his coat, watch her hunker down into the fabric which cascaded down her, miniaturizing her, making her a girl again.
Neither one thought, “What have I done.”
“It won’t be enough,” she said.
“And you were never mine to have.”
He laughed warmly and brought her to him.
“It will be a beautiful and an ugly memory,” she said.
“Not ugly, just something sad and often more than memory.”
“Then kiss me again?” she asked.
And, another little sin, he did.
Monday, November 12, 2007
I just took a bath. Seth put so many bubbles in that the tub is still full.
Also, in case you think, "Gee, I haven't seen a picture of Lily in a while..." Here are a couple of pictures of Lily. She is getting so big! She looks absolutely beautiful. Her winter coat is coming in and she is super fluffy. I have been brushing her. She likes to sit in the bottom draw in the kitchen where we store bags and be brushed. Right no she is cleaning herself on my desk. Adorable!
Also, pretty cute: There are pictures of pigs on the Yarn Harlot's blog. Click on that link and press page down 5 and a half times. See that really fat pig with no eyes! Oooooh!
P.S. The baby blanket for Kim is finished!
Friday, November 9, 2007
Thursday, November 8, 2007
|Date of Birth:||March.|
|Current Location:||My apartment in Massachusetts.|
|Heritage:||Hungarian, Italian, German.|
|Piercings:||Two in each ear.|
|Tattoos:||No. I think tattoos are gross.|
|Disney Movie:||Bedknobs and Broomsticks.|
|TV show:||Star Trek: Voyager.|
|Food:||Matzo ball soup.|
|Pizza topping:||Eggplant and spinach.|
|Ice-Cream Flavor:||Cookie dough.|
|Store:||Faces in Northampton.|
|Shoe Brand:||Doc Martin's.|
|This or That|
|Sunny or rainy:||Sunny.|
|Chocolate or vanilla:||Vanilla.|
|Fruit or veggie:||Fruit.|
|Night or day:||Day.|
|Sour or sweet:||Sweet.|
|Love or money:||Love.|
|Phone or in person:||In person.|
|Looks or personality:||Personality.|
|Coffee or tea:||Tea!|
|Hot or cold:||Hot.|
|Goal for this year:||Success.|
|Most missed memory:||I don't know. It's late, and I am tired.|
|Best physical feature:||Feet.|
|First thought waking up:||"Hi, Hoober." |
|Hypothetical personality disorder:||Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.|
|Preferred type of plastic surgery:||None.|
|Sesame street alter ego:||Snuffy.|
|Fairytale alter ego:||Anne of Green Gables - Does that count?|
|Most stupid remark:||I don't recall.|
|Darkest secret:||I am a pretty simple person.|
|Strangest received gift:||Crutons from the Easter Bunny. Greg got canned beets.|
|Dance in the rain:||No.|
|Play an instrument:||Flute. Although, I haven't played in a long time.|
|Get along with your parents:||Yes.|
|Wish on stars:||I used to.|
|Believe in fate:||No.|
|Believe in love at first sight:||No.|
|Sew:||More or less.|
|Speak another language:||No.|
|Dance:||Yes. I am especially good at Dance Dance Revolution.|
|Touch your nose with your tongue:||No.|
|Curl your tongue:||Yes. And make it look like the edge of lazagna.|
|Have You Ever:|
|Been Drunk:||On expensive champaign.|
|Been in Love:||Yes.|
|Skipped school:||I skipped class maybe once in college.|
|Made prank calls:||In my youth.|
|Sent someone a love letter:||Yes.|
|Cried yourself to sleep:||Probably.|
|What annoys you most in a person?||Rudeness.|
|Are you right or left handed?||Right.|
|What is your bedtime?||10.30.|
|Name three things you can't live without:||Seth, tea, knitting.|
|What is the color of your room?||White - it's an apartment.|
|Do you have any siblings?||Greg, my brother.|
|Do you have any pets?||Lily, Seth and my cat.|
|Would you kill someone you hate for a million dollars?||No.|
|What is you middle name?||Marion.|
|What are you nicknames?||Dad gives me a new nickname every week. Seth calls me Hoober.|
|Are you for or against gay marriage?||For!|
|What are your thoughts on abortion?||I don't make decisions for others.|
|Do you have a crush on anyone?||My boyfriend.|
|Are you afraid of the dark?||No.|
|How do you want to die?||Suddenly in bed in old age in my sleep.|
|What is the largest amount of popsicles that you have eaten on one day?||I have no idea.|
|Would you take a bullet for the one you love?||Yes. Who says the bullet would even yield lasting damage.|
|What is the last law you’ve broken?||I don't break laws. Maybe I went a little over the 65mph speed limit while passing someone on the highway today though.|
|In a Member of the Opposite Sex:|
|Most important physical feature:||Smart is sexy!|
|Biggest turn-off||Dumb is not sexy.|
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|What would you do if?|
|The President of the United States called you:||I'd think it was a prank call.|
|You won the lottery:||Well that depends - is this the I won in the lottery thing or the I won million in the lottery thing? Either way, I'd be pretty excited.|
|You got invited to be on a reality TV show:||I'd decline.|
|You caught a friend stealing from you:||I'd be upset. Then I'd confront him or her on the issue.|
|You witnessed a murder:||I'd probably panic, call the police, and have PTSD that would lead me to require years ot therapy.|
|A random stranger offered you candy:||Politely decline.|
|MySpace and Facebook closed:||Oh, please, like that would ever happen.|
|A genie granted you one wish:||I'd think about what to wish for really really hard.|
|You lost your favorite possession:||Um, I'd be upset. If I could, I'd try to replace it.|
|You found 10 dollars on the ground:||I'd keep it.|
|Your date throws up on you:||First, I'd take us both back home. Then I would take care of poor Seth.|
|Someone cut off a chunk of your hair:||I'd try to get a haircut that hid the problem.|
|Your favorite celebrity comes to visit you:||I would try to think of intelligent questions before hand. Although, since my favorite celebrity is Katharine Hepburn, who is dead, a visit from her would come as quite a surprise.|
|You were stranded on an island with nothing but the ability to make one phone call:||I'd call my family. They'd take care of the rest.|
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Monday, November 5, 2007
Sunday, November 4, 2007
Then Tuesday arrived. I got to work and found in the box on my door and invitation. To a baby shower. For Kim. On.... November 16!!!
This leaves me with approximately two weeks to finish the baby blanket, which was only started on Halloween. I'm moving as fast as possible and have finished a quarter of it. This puts me in good shape to finish in time. I'll keep you posted as to my progress.
N.B. Last night of the Phonathon is tonight!