29 November 2012

"The Smell of Hospitals...

...in winter, and the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters but no pearls..."*

It's been a quiet November, writerly-wise, for me and the cool drought is showing no edges I can see. I don't know how to explain it, dear ones, other than to offer some faint excuses relating to the Stuff and the Things. I am lacking, for the nonce, a certain discipline.

Yesterday was a prime example. I had a long to-do list, most of it Have-To-Do and not Want-To-Do. I'm sure you know how that goes. But in the margins of that list, unwritten but visible to me, was this feeling that I should write something before everything atrophies.

I didn't get to it. That filled me with a cranky melancholy.

So...I took a deep breath of early winter air this morning, which carried a whiff of something I could not place, but knew that maybe I did not want to place. It had a scent of things lost, rounded out with leaf litter and wood smoke.

I am holding my place, for now. I sit at the table while the sun streams through the blinds, and I think maybe it won't be a long December. It won't, if you will join me in holding up a candle or two.

*Lyric from "A Long December" by the Counting Crows


  1. A candle or two -- and then a lovely libation or two and perhaps we can find a place that still serves jalapeno poppers?

    I've been craving them. :-)

    Hello, Irish!


  2. I find the end of the year, is always a bit melancholy. I can't help reviewing my mental list of dids and didn'ts.

    And I'm with Pearl: let's light those candles, then head out for a drink or two...though does any place still serve poppers?? ;D

    1. Light 'em up, let them glow! Oh, and a drink, too, please. We must toast!

  3. I've got some candles ready. So full of unwritten margins out here.
    Hang in there.

    1. I think we might be able to turn the margins into the text! Light those candles, my dear...

  4. Maybe it's time that you prepare an oyster gumbo. Who needs pearls when the oysters are in the gumbo?

    1. And in a small twist, I was contemplating a fine oyster stew for this year's Christmas dinner :)

  5. Ahhh, I wish, I wish you could visit .. we could freckle together whenever we walk down the street to the fresh market to pick out limes for our gin and tonic :)
    Keep that thought ... until other sweeter ones push it out of the way .. besos. C


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