adieu, darling 2005
I have an hour or so left of 2005, which wasn't so bad as years go, I suppose. Rue, Sam, Bob and I published a book. Shelby and I were able to celebrate my grandparent's anniversary one last time in California. We saw a smashing version of the opera The Marriage of Figaro in Chicago. I started this blog. I wrote a lot of sonnets. I love sonnets.
I have always been partial to this photo I took over the summer. I called it:
self portrait with stubble. There is stubble and sweat, to be sure. You see, I don't like my own portraits, though, they look all squishy, misshapen, pappy in so many ways. In any case Shelby mentioned once in passing she wasn't fond of this photo, so I resolve in 2006 not to take any photos Shelby doesn't like. Wouldn't it be dreamy to go and see Laura Love in concert? Maybe we could attend the 2006 Dodge Poetry Festival? Maybe I should resolve not to let "must do" lists bother me.
In any event, my friends, good luck in the year to come.
Much love, libido and affection for all who need it and to the rest of the world, cheers!