And so it begins, those last hours and minutes and seconds before he arrives - ARGGGGHH! Yes, somewhere over the Atlantic, Soubriquet and his trusty duffel are traveling to see ME in TEXAS! I'm so excited and frankly in a dead on PANIC. Two nights ago, I could not sleep -at all! 3 am found me hanging pictures on the wall. After a full day of work yesterday, I came home and finished cleaning the kitchen. This morning it was up at 7am to finish cleaning the rest of the house. And I thought traveling was hard work. All those visits to England, the packing and planning, the loonngg trip, multiple airports and crying babies, I thought the journey was the hard part. Now I have new respect for how he must have felt: the waiting, the anticipation, watching the clock, the PANIC, 'Does the house look clean enough? Do I have something for dinner? Darn, I forgot to buy sugar for tea... Forget the stairs, they will just have to do. I must get to the airport early - don't want him to wait and panic LIKE ME!!'
He has had the chance to see me outside my element, now he gets to know me in my native state: working gal, single mom of 3, dog owner. Time will go by too quickly - there's so much I want to show him, experience with him - including introducing him to my children and a quick visit to Georgia to meet the rest of the fam .... Yes, it will be a jam-packed visit and I'm over-the-moon happy. Wish us well!
In the depths of a woman's body
a house is constructed
amidst murmurs and pauses.
There are shadows of stones to collect,
fragile scaffolds, in this act
of imitating the sparrow.
Above all when she sleeps,
smiling in dreaming—
to survey her completely
don't wake her up;
trace the slope of her hips,
the sweep of her hands.
Along the dunes containing her dream,
those turbulent settings,
high walls are raised
to keep out the rain, and the wind,
year after year.
A gesture sometimes informs a wall;
from a whisper a window is born;
and after wandering we dismount at the door
and tie up the horse.
In the depths of her body the house
awaits, the table fitted with plain
words for living, or for dying perhaps,
no one can say—
nobody who enters ever leaves.
Translated from the Spanish by Kirk Nesset
So.... now that you know the back story, here's what happened NO LIE one evening last week:
Customer: I'm here to pick up my charm bracelet. I was having some charms soldered.
Shopgirl: Here you go, m'am (laying out charm bracelet)
customer picks up bracelet and tries to slip it on over her hand.
Customer: OMG! You SHRUNK my bracelet.
shopgirl patiently leans over counter and UNCLASPS the bracelet so it rolls over customer's hand
Shopgirl: No m'am. It still fits.
Customer: (turning pink, laughs weakly) Well, um, yes, I see now ....
Hey 'Shopgirl' - didn't you read the label that said Do Not Place in Dryer???
Hey 'Shopgirl' - let me know when the machine is warmed up, 'cause I've got some problem areas I want to shrink .....
yes, well, it was a slow night in the retail biz