Wednesday, July 20, 2011

piping plovers

I listened, though. I've been listening to these old men tell their tales of golden beds of crustaceans for several years now. It started as a joke, a toast with a bottle of beer before a lobster roll, a falsely husky voice giving thanks to the great crustacean of the sea, a prayer for the continued health of those upon whom we were about to feast. Then one year, depressed by the job market and up late helping a bottle of vodka realize its full potential, I submitted the same grant to every single grant awarding body that was listed in the catalog that was in the library discard pile: Grants for Artists, Writers, Historians, and Sociologists, all compiled by The Institute in 1988.



reading
Miss Hargreaves / Frank Baker
The little prince / written and illustrated by Antoine de Saint-Exupery

weather
hot hot July hot, all in!