Got back from Snappers a little too late last night to see the beginning of the Moon eclipse, but did see the total from my catwalk. As I've told students in my classes, poetry is not found only in a book, but it is all around you if you'll only open your eyes and your soul. The total eclipse of the moon is pure poetry. Why? Because it is at once beautiful and awe-inspiring. Can only imagine what primitive people felt as they watched this astral show. Now I'll have to wait until 2010 before I can see another.
This evening we drove our guests to the Palm Beach airport; so gone are the suitcases on the floor; gone are the wet towels and bathing suits; gone are the strange toothpastes and brushes; gone are the mystical electronic devices plugged into our walls; gone are the calls to use my computer; gone is the stress produced by company with strange habits and...etc. To say there is a generation gap is putting it mildly. However, let it be known that we enjoyed having them for the week; but we also reserve the right to enjoy their leaving as well.
"Speaking" of guests, I was embarrassed yesterday when Rhoda and I went to visit her niece and nephew, and Michael their young son at the Glen Eagles country club pool. While there, I met former neighbors of mine from long ago East Meadow. Along with them was a young lady of about 50 whom I thought was introduced as a friend, but after chatting with them for several minutes I started to leave when I was told to tell Bonny, my daughter, that Linda says "Hello"...Linda Horowitz! Omygod...little Linda, their daughter who was a friend of Bonny from long ago East Meadow. I didn't recognize her. How could I. I hadn't seen her since she was an inch high. And so to bed.
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