wrapped up in books

there are six red roses sitting on my counter and leftovers from a yummy dinner last night sitting in my fridge. (stars of said dinner included cornmeal-fried oysters with apple-bacon salsa and a goat cheese fondue; littleneck clams with mixed greens, bacon, and parm; an awesome salad with pecans and dried cherries; beef tenderloin in an orange bearnaise sauce; "duck duck goose," a dish that had duck confit, seared duck foie gras, and goose breast. desserts were a chocolate-banana bread pudding and this amazing clementine-basil sorbet that i've determined i *must* duplicate. coincidentally, i have a box of clemmies and several of my friends have ice-cream-makers. hee. :D )

six months. love you. :*

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( rec me your best-loved books this year! )

Even this late it happens:
the coming of love, the coming of light.
You wake and the candles are lit as if by themselves,
stars gather, dreams pour into your pillows,
sending up warm bouquets of air.
Even this late the bones of the body shine
and tomorrow's dust flares into breath.

- Mark Strand, The Coming of Light

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( christmas day movies? followed by chinese food? )

6/29/23: oh, late 2002 self. I wish you could see just a *little* further down the road. if not to here, at least to fall 2003, but. my heart aches for all that you're going through, but it's what leads you to here, and things do get better. different, yes, but better.