Here and there

    Early this morning, in a dream, I was walking beside a fence line, and I could see something coming toward me. At first, I thought bear. And then a chimpanzee. But as it moved closer, I could see it was a huge alligator carrying bushes and grass upon its back. It proceeded to come toward me, and then I put my hand on its giant head, and I walked past. It was one of those dreams where I had no ability to run. I was trying so hard. I was sure the beast wasn’t after me, but then I felt something press against my back. It’s tired too, I reasoned as I lay down. The dream ended. I woke in the dark, Jerry pressing his shoulder against me.

When I told Jerry about the dream, he said, “So you were in the water?” No, I was on land. “So, you could run?” No, I couldn’t. “Why?” It was a dream. “How could it be mistaken for a bear or a chimp?” I don’t know -- the distance, the stuff it had on its back -- it was a dream.

We’ve been deconstructing our trip. The after report, as we call it. What worked, what didn’t what needs to be rethought. We left on October 7th and returned on November 19th. The itinerary was too busy. We did planes, trains, automobiles, and ferries. Of course, trams and buses and so much walking. But moving about so often, though not hard, was just too much.

Where did we go? Dublin and then to Cork by train; Gdansk; Oslo; Stockholm, and then overnight train to Luleå, Sweden. Rovaniemi (Finland), driving and then drove back to Lulea and onto Stockholm on another overnight train; Helsinki by overnight ferry; Berlin and very briefly a day and a half in Frankfurt, this is where we caught our flight back to Saint Louis.

Favorite thing? Lulea, Sweden, is a little gem of a place. I could see being there for a month or three, writing. So beautiful. It was lovely to see Dublin again. I took Jerry to a couple of places he missed the first time. Berlin needs a summer to experience. Oslo was just fun. Helsinki, we need to return to, as that’s where I got a cold that stayed with me until we got home (sad face).

We met a couple from Australia, Edgar and Vera, while we were doing laundry in Stockholm (dropping off laundry because, as the woman, Vicky, who ran the place, explained, “I’m the washing machine!” Ha!), and then we saw them again near Luleå, Sweden, at a bus stop at Gammelstad Church Town. Good to meet another couple that don’t care for tour groups and just find their way around.

Another dream: I was trying to figure out how a road could be cleared with the snow piled up eighty feet on both sides. Who would ever use a road like that? So much snow and I was standing on a glacier looking down, the glacier was melting – calving – and I was concerned about the road where I was standing was shifting. My feet were cold, so very cold: some alligator had taken the covers.

Here are some pictures from the trip, starting with a random street sign in Dublin:

Dublin Photo exhibit of Irish Writers this is poet Paula Meehan

                                                        Gdansk 

Gdansk

 Stockholm 

                                                                            Stockholm view from our hotel

Oslo Central Library 

Panda Berlin Zoo

Shakedown cruise

 Well not a cruise as such we have no interest in cruises 🚢 Jerry had almost five years sea time while in the Navy and being at sea with 5000 of his best friends does not interest him (or me). But a shakedown cruise is a test of all systems. We’re doing that in a way. Fun!

And here’s another fun thing spotted the other day! The lady driving had similar glasses. 

Coffee talk

Jerry and I were at Living Room Coffee and Kitchen this morning in Maplewood, between an appointment and an errand. We’re on a search for “our” coffee place. We’ve tried the Protagonist and their sister shop, the Antagonist; the Maplewood Coffee and Deli, and of course, the MauHaus Cat Café, which is a little further down the street from Living Room. We did try a place in Belleville called Justitia’s Coffeehouse (across from the county courthouse), but the coffee was not great, though it is next door to a wonderful little independent bookstore.

I’ve been anxious to find a good cappuccino, and I deduct points if there is any talk of “wet or dry?” I want it the way it is served at Bazzanti Café Sas in the old city of Gaeta, Italy. When I mention this, I get the 'bless your heart' head nod. Followed by a lukewarm, bitter, or very weak coffee in a milk mixture. Bah. Living Room has come the closest so far. So that was nice. And while we were there, we were able to discuss and solve some of the world’s conundrums. Nothing US-based, really, but certainly how to keep the stone skipping competition in Scotland honest.

We went down a bit of a rabbit hole on what must be the awkwardness of Goofy and Pluto, as one is a dog that gets to drive cars, wear clothes, and talk, and the other is someone’s (Mickey Mouse) pet. Shouldn’t Goofy be trying to liberate him? Is Mickey really Goofy’s friend, if he can subjugate another of the species? It got a bit deep at table 11, but it was a good way to make the hour pass.

And here’s the black panther that enjoys our yard (and the many treats we share).

Everything will leave us except the shadows*

The weather has been cool, the air dry and clear. We have had two or three days where we've had the windows open all day, and we have woven ourselves in and out of the house as needed to visit neighborhood cats -- this is "Socks" -- he's a nice fellow who comes around now and again. 

The birds, too, are enjoying the weather. The wrens are glorious with song. My little garden is wild and full of blooms and tomatoes. I've harvested some of the cosmos' seeds for next year and will leave the rest for whoever hungers. 

Mostly, I've been trying to pay attention. Woke, if you will, going back to what woke means. Reading some good things. Have you read Chloe Dalton's Raising Hare? Just a lovely story. Defenestrate by Renée Branum? Another charming and fresh story, with characters that intrigued me. (Branum is the sister of one of my new poet friends, and I met her in Barcelona this summer)

Well. That's it. Some wonder, some cats, some light. Stay safe, stay woke.

 

*W.S. Merwin The Wings of Daylight

Third and Vine

The dog-day cicadas are in their element now. The heat reminds them that this is the time for dating and mating, and egg-laying. This has been a good summer for the heat lovers. Day after day of high temperatures and humidity. The bugs are big and loud. When you move too close, they sound like a wind-up toy. And they are good-sized for buzzing and making you jump. They are all over the neighborhood.

I love them.

In this area, they are also hunted. Eastern cicada-killer wasps patrol our yard. We see two or three buzzing around every year. As the name suggests, they prey on cicadas. These are big wasps, though thankfully, they tend to have little interest in humans. They are ground dwellers, so we’ve noted where they nest and avoid it. (Jerry said. “Look up ‘dangerous wasps’ in Illinois.” I said, “It’ll just come up with a church enclave.”)

I tend to love this lumbering wasp as well.

And yesterday, as we were arriving home after a morning appointment, two hummingbirds were having a spat by the garage, and as it opened, they seemed confused over the new territory to battle over. There was a lot of zooming in and out before they zipped away.

The dragonflies are always about, as there are several ponds and a creek close by. And now quite a few butterflies are enjoying the cooler weather. So, there is no lack of winged creatures about.

Today I had to go to the post office, and at the corner of Third and Vine, a youngish fox was calmly working an itch. I’ve seen foxes several times in town, sometimes in our yard, but this scratch and saunter mid-morning was surprising. She would have stayed quiet in the street except that people were walking toward her, and we were all delighted by the sight.

I think the fox may have been out later in the morning as the weather broke, and it was cool this morning. We opened the windows at the house, and it popped like champagne. Ahh! This won’t be the end of the heat, but it is a welcome break.

At least the natural world makes sense. It builds no concentration camps that once built will need to be filled; if one group is gone, we’ll move on to the next. “First they came for…” *

This is inspired by a prompt years ago.

The picture is buried deep in sports, past women’s basketball, but there, right where stats end and the hunting and fishing report begins: my cabin. Thirty years since I’ve been there, thirty years since I woke to elk grazing, meandering down toward the lake. Thirty years since the bear pushed his body through the window and stared me down. Thirty years since you said I can’t live like this, and we went.

We drifted like wolves for better hunting, following the herd of our friends into the city. Gentrified and controlled, we left behind the wolverine, owl, and fox. You changed your scent, your stride, your DNA. I watched you evolve, when there was nothing left of your wildness, you left me too. Set loose, where plate glass canyons reflected eyes void of living, I drifted, worked late night jobs, doing repetitive, quiet tasks. Anywhere I could find that had me away from crowds, numb and night-blind, I got on like a zoo animal. Thirty years pacing the concrete, shadow in the moonlight, trackless in the city. Then today you called, said Meet me at Beck’s, have a beer. How could I know you, how could you know me? We’re not the same animals, not the same creatures that came out of the woods, slender and shy.

I saw the cabin before you came, looked at the day becoming night, slipped out the door. I’ve got to find a high trail.

* Martin Niemöller 

Volunteers

I have a tiny farm on my desk, a couple of sheep, a pig, a chicken, and a hedgehog. On the other side, there is a herd of elephants, and then the whole cat cathedral, complete with a collage of the seven cats we have served over the years: Comet and Sunspot, Phil, Kiki and Jackson, Zora and Ursula. I bring up the farm after yesterday’s trip to the State Fair, which, like the Tulsa Zoo, was quite animal-free. Well, it was too hot for man or woman or beast. We went into one arena to get A/C and watch the heifer class for dairy, but once the initial ah of walking in it became too warm to comfortably stay. Pretty sure all the animals that have been shown have headed home. This is the final weekend, and temps are supposed to top out at 100, could feel like 107-115. Yikes and yikes.

The tomatoes love the heat, and I gathered more than a pound this morning. These are all volunteers. The only things I planted were Cosmos, Zinnias, and Sunflowers. The only thing that has come up are Cosmos and Tomatoes. No complaints.

I’m looking back at my weak (left) hand writing from two years ago:

“The dog came to me on the third day. It sat at the edge of my vision, a peripheral movement in and out of the firelight. During that night it crept into my camp and touched its nose to my hand.”

Has this been waiting like a patient and loyal friend to join a story I am just now working on? It feels like a dream, and the story is such a dreamlike thing.

Well. Here are some pictures: a couple of messages from the Bob Dylan Center (Dylan & Santana ’84 that’s me), and the other is a giveaway. My farm, those red orbs, a butter sculpture.

Let’s all write a poem today as a defense against stupidity and hate. Be kind, stay cool.

Of butter sculpture and angels

Tomorrow is our 39th wedding anniversary. We will be going to Springfield to the Illinois State Fair. I believe the this is the Butter Sculpture anniversary, and the Midwest loves a good butter sculpture.

The start of the year is a blur. March 14th we were on the periphery of a tornado, and our house sustained damage (the neighborhood). Lots of hail and wind and rain. Roof, siding, trees (the pine out back the deer slept under!) ruined. We found out we had Bateman and not Batman insurance (yes, we do have --had-- State Farm). We’ve just had the siding done, the roof was finished in July. The trees took a few months to clean up as we had an above-average rainfall the tree guys couldn’t get their equipment in. The shed is still in a holding status. But, but, no heavy structural damage. 

I finished my second math class and graduated from Southwestern Illinois College in May. Woot! And yesterday was the end of the summer semester, and therefore, the first year of the MFA program wrapped up. The highlight of the program is the summer semester, which was in Barcelona from June 28th through July 12th. Seminars, workshops, readings, tours, and heat, so much heat. I left the heat dome of Saint Louis for the heat of Spain.

It feels like we’ve been traveling a lot. Last week we were in Tulsa for Jerry’s birthday -- living on Tulsa Time – it was a bit of a bleed over from my birthday in February because I wanted to go see the Bob Dylan and Woody Guthrie Centers; both are worth the trip.

Earlier in the summer, we were in Oregon. A tidy little trip to see my mom (and almost everyone else in the family!). The Bambina and her love flew out; Jerry and I drove (one of my favorite drives is I-80 across Nebraska and Wyoming). We spent the first night in Ogallala. For some reason, I like this little town. I wouldn’t want to live there, but I do have a poem that starts “If the world should end in Ogallala, let me drift on the Platte till I’m free…”.

Anyway, here is a poem I wrote in Barcelona and some more pictures of my year so far.

Dragonflies at Montserrat

On the serrated mountain
above the Llobregat River,
the Black Madonna erases
sin. At the lily pond,
below the cathedral,
the nothingness of frogs,
sinless fish and the bright
day abuzz with angels.

[Montserrat is a spectacularly beautiful Benedictine monk mountain retreat about one-hour northwest of Barcelona by train.

Montserrat Monastery is of significant religious importance and the natural beauty surrounding the monastery is breathtaking.

Montserrat derives from Latin and Catalan, meaning "Serrated Mountain." This name describes the mountain's jagged, saw-toothed appearance, which is characterised by its unique needle-shaped peaks and rocky formations. These formations have been shaped over millions of years by natural erosion processes, creating a dramatic and distinctive landscape.]