The upside to your husband being sent to a week-long computer training is that sometimes it occurs in New York City and you have enough Sky Miles to tag along. For a while, you don’t feel like going anymore because you are sad lately and you don’t think you can possibly have a good time. But you go anyway and despite the sweltering heat of the city you are able to find some respite – winding through Central Park, exploring Chelsea Market, and meandering through summer street fairs.
Monthly Archives: August 2010
Things feel upside down and wrong and like they can never be made right – my relationship with my family, my sense of purpose, my comprehension of my place in the world. I’ve excerpted poem before, but it so beautifully describes the depths of my soul right now, that I’m publishing it again.
Stop all the clocks, cut off the telephone,
Prevent the dog from barking with a juicy bone,
Silence the pianos and with muffled drum
Bring out the coffin, let the mourners come.
The stars are not wanted now: put out every one;
Pack up the moon and dismantle the sun;
Pour away the ocean and sweep up the wood.
For nothing now can ever come to any good.