today is my parents' thirty-first wedding anniversary.
happy anniversary, parents who do not read this.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:i dreamt last night i was writing sonnet after sonnet, basically extemporaneously, & that this was factory work. when i woke up i fell back asleep & consequently was almost late for work.
:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:so we have a cassette of fdr's "day of infamy" speech, we keep it in the car. one time bean's car (the nova, then) was broken into & someone stole all the tapes, mixes & obvious dubs included, out of the front seat. but they left the "day of infamy" tape & also orson welles reading the war of the worlds. also the herb ritts book, worth probably $80 retail, sitting in the backseat.
from the same car but a different street, someone once stole a 30-lb box of cat litter.
