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Sunday morning, Courier-Express, 1956

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Sunday morning, Courier-Express, 1956

sunshine
venetian blinds
shadows cross his father reading
pages rustle
deep within a child's mind

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My father would sit every Sunday morning in the old green dentist's chair and read the newspaper. I remember being on the couch or floor and hearing the strains of "Ombra mai fu" on the radio. I must've been 3 or 4.

This is a peaceful memory of a childhood I can barely remember. Odd how it sticks in the mind. I am transported there even now whenever I hear Handel's "Largo from Xerxes". "Greensleeves" also has that effect. Who would remember now?

ME:

I spent yesterday only doing what I wanted to do.

Got my passport photos (went downtown, showed my barber). Ate smoky bean soup and drank a white rhino (white chocolate and coconut latte).

Saw various friends.

Spoke with my sisters and my mother. Called my cousin (her son was one of 8 out of 18 who survived the army's 'jump school'). Topped the evening off with a call to Startiara and her husband Daniel.

A not-too-stressful day.

Today the runners of the Pink Ribbon 5k run passed my house at 9:45 a.m. and I managed to get up and out to Z's and then to Mary's Lake. So far a peaceful day, even if it is a tad warm.

IMAGINE:

South of 23rd: blackbirds trilling; mower whirring; elmbush seeding (silently); duplexes with garages facing a wasteland of concrete, no back doors to these three windowed caves.

Robins stalking the fields of royal-purple henbit and dandelion gold; a warm SW breeze.

Saw bluebells yesterday like these from a previous year:



Kansas: 78º and muggy. ** Image ID #1329288 Unavailable ** .

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