Monday, March 28, 2011

Meta-lect 59 (Ánade Real)



25 March 2011. Gray skies over San Pablo... Beginnings of new leaves on center island elms.. Silhouetted against clouds to the west...

Mauricio at forty--today is the day. An open-faced sandwich (Maya Gold) in colored magazine paper wrapper from on top of Frank's ancient toolbox... The words "read" and something else, half hidden--all inviting. Plus a box of raspberries, red, still a few of them left... Later--hummus, cucumber and tomato on whole wheat--the day's request--and a package of vegan potato salad (the good kind) with bits of peel still attached, in tasty sauce--plus special salmon salad development--green onions, capers, mustard, balsamic vinegar, ginger, finely chopped parsley...pepper and black sesame seeds...

Afternoon--re-reading the Analects, text to the drawings we've been choosing. The one of a man with his back turned, an older gentleman, one arm lifted high. Unfinished, as it needs must be. Mr. Copes, yes, who'd come by the copy shop each month, offering to do the windows-- his bucket and squeegee...a handful of newspaper... Greg's voice, in welcome, "Yes"-or, sometimes, "Not today, Mr. Copes..."

Mallard on the River Plate--Ánade Real--an exotic species, alight...

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