Goodbye, My Sweet Friend

This is Boysingly.  My little (well, he was far from little … he was 20 lbs in fact) friend for over 15 years.  He had a stroke this past Thanksgiving and I had to put him to sleep.  It was really, really hard.  I still think of him.  And I still hear him pitter pattering about the house and I forget that he’s no longer here.  He was given to me just shortly after I moved to Brooklyn, and now, here I am, leaving Brooklyn, without him.  I didn’t plan it that way.  I planned to take him with me.  But I guess he wanted to stay in Brooklyn.  He didn’t want to leave his home.   boysie-says-hi3.JPG


I Discerned Beyond the Picture

For Once, Then Something (Robert Frost)

OTHERS taunt me with having knelt at well-curbs
Always wrong to the light, so never seeing
Deeper down in the well than where the water
Gives me back in a shining surface picture
Me myself in the summer heaven, godlike         5
Looking out of a wreath of fern and cloud puffs.
Once, when trying with chin against a well-curb,
I discerned, as I thought, beyond the picture,
Through the picture, a something white, uncertain,
Something more of the depths—and then I lost it.         10
Water came to rebuke the too clear water.
One drop fell from a fern, and lo, a ripple
Shook whatever it was lay there at bottom,
Blurred it, blotted it out. What was that whiteness?
Truth? A pebble of quartz? For once, then, something.     

Happy Birthday to Me


My birthday was on Wednesday (Feb 20).  Here’s a picture of my birthday cake.  I’d show you a picture of me AND my birthday cake, but, as you can imagine, I’m feeling a year older but not any better for the wear.  So the cake will have to do for now.  Although, for the record, dear reader, you ARE missing my lovely birthday tiara.  Maybe I’ll post a picture of that later.

Musk-Roses, and Eglantine

I know a bank where the wild thyme blows,

Where oxlips and the nodding violet grows

Quite over-canopied with luscious woodbine,

With sweet musk-roses, and with eglantine:

There sleeps Titania some of the night,

Lull’d in these flowers with dances and delight;

And where the snake throws her enamell’d skin,

Weed wide enough to wrap a fairy in.


Act 2, Scene 1, A Midsummer’s Night Dream

Wow, Making Progress

The girl is making some nice progress today!  I’ve sent in a change of address form to DMV for my driver’s license.  I’ve thrown EVEN MORE stuff away.  I’ve started packing my books (I really, really feel sorry for the movers in that regard … I have more books than any other possession … well, perhaps CD’s are a close second), but those little boxes are magnificently heavy. 

So, that’s my update for now.  Seems I may finally get the heck out of this messy dirty dank city after all !!!