something about this reminds me of me with my morning coffee.
“without coffee, nothing gets written. period.”
and so I have sold the cottage
the place where I have lived the longest
where I have spent some of my best years
after a whirling roller coaster ride of a sale
each grandie takes a fairy house
to begin a village at their own home
family and friends help with the first steps
to move the things that I most want to keep
into a small space
then arrive at a daughter’s house
for a short stay
with olive the cat not the oil, in tow
while I await my new home
still to be in ann arbor
as I move to simplify my life
and live near what matters to me most
the natural beauty of a park, the water, a garden
and a town which is only a short walk away.
(not my new home, but pretty comfortable)
in what can best be described as a ‘math miracle”
there is room to spare after filling this small space
with only my favorite things.
interesting to consider how much space
we would each need
only those things that we really want to keep.
the adventure continues
along a path that is never a straight course
but always exactly right where I need to be.
“all deep changes are preceded by chaos.”
when hurrying through a drive-through
to grab a quick cup of coffee
at taco bell
(which should have given me pause in the first place)
they handed me my coffee
a bag, a spork, and a little cup of thick crema.
maybe they’re too hipster for me
and I just don’t get it.
more fun than getting the surprise in a happy meal at mcdonalds
and more confusing.
“comedy comes from confusion.”
Ella Fitzgerald, born April 25, 1917, in Newport News, Virginia.
this photo, by Annie Leibovitz, was one of Ella’s favorites.
happy birthday to Ella, the queen of jazz.
‘one chord is fine.
two chords are pushing it.
three chords and you’re into jazz.”
credits: photo-annie leibovitz, wemu radio