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"Sheets of empty canvas, untouched sheets of clay."

A sunny summer day. Currently, it's 81˚F.

Yesterday, I wrote 1,461 words on "Fairy Tale of Wood Street." I need to finish the story today. Then I have a ghost story to write.

If you want to understand how chaotic life has been around here since back before the trip to Alabama in April, you only need to know that yesterday both Kathryn and I forgot that July 3rd was our anniversary, that this July 3rd was our fifteenth anniversary. I only remembered late last night because an old blog entry reminded me. And that's the way things have been around here.

Happy birthday to my grandfather, Gordon Jasper Monroe Ramey. He'd have been one hundred and six today.


A sonnet for this 4th of July, the only 4th in my life – whether our president has been Democrat or Republican – that I have refused out of sorrow and protest not to celebrate. "The New Colossus" by Emma Lazarus, the text laid in 1903 at the feet of the Statue of Liberty:

"Not like the brazen giant of Greek fame,
With conquering limbs astride from land to land;
Here at our sea-washed, sunset gates shall stand
A mighty woman with a torch, whose flame
Is the imprisoned lightning, and her name
MOTHER OF EXILES. From her beacon-hand
Glows world-wide welcome; her mild eyes command
The air-bridged harbor that twin cities frame.

"Keep, ancient lands, your storied pomp!" cries she
With silent lips. "Give me your tired, your poor,
Your huddled masses yearning to breathe free,
The wretched refuse of your teeming shore.
Send these, the homeless, tempest-tost to me,
I lift my lamp beside the golden door!"

If we as Americans have decided this can no longer be true of our nation, that we wish to close the doors on refugees and immigrants, may we at least do so with respect and compassion and not as gutless, heartless, fearful bullies.


Last night we finished The OA. It's rare that I waffle on whether I really liked something or hated it. But this series has had that effect on me.By the next to last episode, I was so puking sick of it's New Age bullshit that I just wanted to whole thing to be over, but then most of the final episode won me over again. Still, no consensus on how I feel about the series. This morning, I finished reading Anansi Boys.

Aunt Beast

2:02 a.m.
Tags: "fairy tale of wood street", america, anansi boys, chaos, forgetfulness, grandpa ramey, jigsaw puzzles, neil, sorrow, spooky and i, television, the oa

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