Saturday, April 23, 2011


Isn't that what it does when you're moving? I've signed on to help DS move a few things this afternoon in Durwood's big van so of course it's drizzling this morning. It is supposed to clear up later to be partly cloudy (which I always think should be partly SUNNY) so that should be good. My knee still aches but I'll deal. I like helping, I like hauling stuff, so this should be a fun afternoon. We'll get things done so that they're ready when the furniture movers arrive on Monday that'll be all that's left to do then they'll be moved and can concentrate on making their new house just the way they want it to be. It's exciting. And I'm kind of jealous. I find myself fantasizing about scraping all the crap out of our house and starting over, which I won't do but maybe I can shift things around or something to make it a little fresher. Or maybe I'll just lie down until the feeling passes.

April 22--Edgar Degas, The Dance Lesson.

En pointe
pink satin ballet slippers
ribbons criss-crossing around shapely ankles
dusty violinist
saws away in the corner
keeping time
tapping his worn shoe
as the ballet master puts her through her paces

tour jete
one and two and...
the music swells
swoops in the airless studio
dust motes float through worn out sunbeams

as her prima ballerina dreams
pirouette out of reach

I've always wondered if the Parisian ballerinas in Degas' time really wore their fancy tutus for their lessons. Spend your Saturday with friends.

1 comment:

Aunt B said...

I'm with you on the lying down part!