Saturday in CinCity
Rain, sun, rain, sun, rain, sun here in the beautiful city of the seven hills. Lots to be done today and plenty of space to do it with Hubby at work and HoneyHaired camping amongst allergy-inducing pollen. Have Zyrtec/Will Travel. CollegeGrrrl is still recovering after an evening involving multiple baths, Miralax, and geriatric psych patients. We won't go there.
I learned yesterday after diligently checking my emails twice or twenty times a day for the past six weeks that I'm accepted to grad school. Public Health Nursing. I'm very, very excited and not only because of the new notebooks and pens yet to be bought, although they obviously are a huge factor and I do love pens. There's also a new killer fungal spore out in Oregon which is an interesting read. School doesn't start till September so I won't be boring you with any public health gossip till much later in the year. Right now I'm relishing the quiet with the animals snoozing and the house empty and a styrofoam box full of Biagio's Italian sub leftovers in the fridge. That's a good Saturday in CinCity.
Ode to Chocolate
by Barbara Crooker
I hate milk chocolate, don't want clouds
of cream diluting the dark night sky,
don't want pralines or raisins, rubble
in this smooth plateau. I like my coffee
black, my beer from Germany, wine
from Burgundy, the darker, the better.
I like my heroes complicated and brooding,
James Dean in oiled leather, leaning
on a motorcycle. You know the color.
Oh, chocolate! From the spice bazaars
of Africa, hulled in mills, beaten,
pressed in bars. The cold slab of a cave's
interior, when all the stars
have gone to sleep.
Chocolate strolls up to the microphone
and plays jazz at midnight, the low slow
notes of a bass clarinet. Chocolate saunters
down the runway, slouches in quaint
boutiques; its style is je ne sais quoi.
Chocolate stays up late and gambles,
likes roulette. Always bets
on the noir.
please note: city photo by kyfireengine