summer to spring

I thought returning in May I’d be back in Armenia for the summer.  That assumption held true in the capital, where the lowland climate heats up much more quickly than up north.  Upon my return, while waiting to see the doctors, I spent an entire day sitting in a park around a man-made pond near Yerevan’s opera house.  The slopes of grass between the pond and the surrounding cafes is home to three or four trees.  I sat in the shade of one and devoured a few hundred pages of Irving’s The World According to Garp, moving a few times…

oh, buds on trees!

A couple of days ago, I saw something discarded, stopped, pulled out the camera and took a lot of pictures.  I think for some reason I felt just like that umbrella.  Maybe you can see what I mean: I am tired of having to think so much about how and how much I can walk.  I hate counting the blocks and wondering if I can make it to the grocery store and back on my own.  I don’t want to feel so useless. But, seasons pass in years, as they do in months, days, minutes, and now I am feeling…

things i wish were not part of today

It is still raining.  Days and days of dripping and trickling and mud and wet tracks.  Remember how excited I was about Spring Rain?  I’m OVER it.  I wake up every morning hoping the sky will be blue.  It seems to get only grayer, darker, and more wet.  In Gretel Elrich’s The Solace of Open Spaces, Elrich relates that, “in Navajo mythology, rain is the gods’ sperm falling to earth.”  To that I say, GIVE IT A REST, Y’ALL! Besides more of this constant rain, I’ve got a few other things I wish were not part of today: –Ants.  Despite…

mold tastes like dirt and ghosts eat cake

Spring Chicken is quite upset with me.  It has been raining for a few days.  Rain makes mud.  Mud gets stuck in paws and then leaves stains on clothes and tracks on the office’s tile floor.  I am not allowed to keep her inside the cottage and bringing her mud ridden to work would be the end of her office life altogether.  So I leave her behind bars, and she screams at me and shivers in her little cage. Guilt is not a good way to start (multiple) days.  It is also little use to follow them with days of…

please help me name my dog!

You may recall from all your celebrating that Monday was International Women’s Day.  Well, there is currently not a woman in my life, so on Monday I decided to go out and get me a bitch.  I did.  Went to a friend’s house, saw one, wrapped her up in a towel and brought her home. First thing we did when we got home: took a nap.  Her settled on my lap, little white toes curled up  against my forearm  Slept for a couple hours.  Apparently the whole being-captured-and-carried-to-a-new-place really takes it out of you because I got up, read and…