Meander, muse, ponder

Early morning things

Image description: house tops beneath a blue sky, string of lights running across.

At last night's open mic, the man who drums along with performers ….who for some reason is allowed to sit on a bench on the makeshift stage…took a call on his cell phone…in the middle of my reading. And another time he called a server over, speaking loudly while I was reading a poem. When someone performs music, he drums along unless they specifically ask him not to. During readings of poetry or prose he looks at his phone. He annoys me. He has never apologized for his lack of consideration.

Other than that it was another great open mic.

On the way there I saw a little kid chasing two rabbits on our apartment building lawn. Poor bunnies.

I wore one of my favourite dresses, a light black daisy dress with a frillytop that ruffles in the wind.

I read the “interstices” from Saint Ursula's Commonplace Book. I was in a mood to wander and Ursula is a wanderer. Sometimes all i want to do in life is to wander, make friends and write

. See Gasoline Rainbow.

A young woman sang Ode to Billie Joe. I haven't heard that song in years. I love the way young musicians take on old music and sound like old souls. She sounded like Bobbie Gentry.

I had a triple shot ice americano. It was delicious.

Felt like summer. The inconsiderate drummer is a tick on the ass of a fly. It was a beautiful night.