Scant

"...the first whit of alpha, the first
jot of bearing, beneath the riling
sun the first nourishing of self."

From "Address: the Archaeans, One Cell Creatures" by Pattiann Rogers

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Scant time to find and catch pixels to share.
Scant time to post.
Scant time for a respite -- husband is going in for some medical tests today.
Scant time afterwards -- work and schoolwork piling up, plus a business trip next week.

S'can't go on at this pace, but it do, don't it?

New metal

"As I sit looking out of a window of the building
I wish I did not have to write the instruction manual on the uses of a new metal.
I look down into the street and see people, each walking with an inner peace,
And envy them..."

From "The Instruction Manual" by John Ashbery

Loud star

"...The loud will take care of itself, and everyone will be able to say
What happened in that direction. But who is looking

The other way?..."

From "Some Extensions on the Sovereignty of Science" by Alberto Ríos

Chrome delirious

"... I feel
Fever from the cars I pass, delirium
Trembling out from the radiators. ..."

From "Fire: The People" by Alfred Corn

Low skies

"...when he saw some archaeology,
he had a feeling of
homeland. As if he were in his house. ..."

From "Memories Are a House" by Avot Yeshurun
Translated by Leon Wieseltier

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Thanks, all, for your care and concern -- my mom is now back home, and this week has been so far a bit less eventful than the last. (Whew!)

I have hopes of carving out more picture time this weekend...stay tuned for more!

Baling / Unbaling

"...I had the new books—words, numbers,
and operations with numbers I did not
comprehend..."

From "Three Songs at the End of Summer" by Jane Kenyon

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Back, and tired.

My mom went to the hospital, was released from the hospital, then went back into the hospital, but is getting better.
Part of my team at work was reassigned to another department; it happened while I was out dealing with parent schtuff, and required many conference calls.
School starts next week.
I was accepted to present my Giotto paper here! Yay!
And I am once again staple-free. (I seem to have a new one of these as a result.)

I think I want a "do-over" on this supposed vacation.
What do you think -- should I go here, or here?
If the second choice, I can stay with friends...the first will set me back some $$ I may need for things like traveling to present papers.

One more for the road

"...we are windows propped up against the sky,
quotations of light waiting to sail
into your aperture, calling because because
and now now now. ..."

From "Not That It Could Be Finished" by Ann Lauterbach

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Heading out, staples and all, to visit my parents...back with new posts in about a week or so. Remember, be safe out there...

Treats

"...Fate’s hammer inches above the anvil of our head,

or failing that, still find among the cartoon stars its
blow brings forth
our own brief comet..."

From "In the Kingdom of Perpetual Repair" by Kevin Stein

Tumped over

Under the heading of "the best-laid plans"...up early for work, went to take the trash out, tripped and did a spectacular header into the (who knew?) sharp hard plastic edge of the trash bin. One worried hubbie and seven stitches in the top of my noggin later, I'm home, hoping I feel up to taking pics this weekend.

I had always heard head wounds bleed a lot.
That turns out to be accurate information.

I also learned from the EMTs who came to our house, as well as the ER nurse who went over post-stitch (or more correctly, post-staple) care, that trash cans have injured others in similar ways.

Let this be a lesson to me...or something...and please consider this my apology-in-advance if I'm not crawling about with a camera in time to post more before I travel to my parents' next week.

(And yes, it's okay to laugh. I did, once I realized I wasn't going to be dead from head-butting the trash bin.)

Ghost money

"...The barn and sheds were built
In the Great Depression. Someone

Had money and a big idea. ..."

From "Western Civilization" by James Galvin