Sonneteering

Key 33rd Birthday in the village.  

Yet a regular basement day here.  An email to B. Dzierz to state that yes, posted hours are true.  (No response, of course, like a mental health dagger in the wind, thanks in advance.) 

Changing of Regulations.  Calls with Eddy as he adjusts his headset, and P. Craig as he shephards kids.  T. Hennig and D. Mac as well.  Then a walk in the rain and a feeding of the ducks.  Undercooked Turkey put back in, bad start to season 2 of Dead to Me and then the Zoom with MVP Jensen, Doggy Daycare Shear, Mo' Mask Bear, and Playroom Pal.  What was memorable... social contracts, about to be violated, Bruce losing everything in the 2008 crash, etc.  Then the tasting of the 20 year old scotch, for a final video, and then PatStew, legend, and the old ShakesinLove poster at the end.  Why was it there if not for that? 

Pictures and videos back and forth to Primrose House all the while. Where you have been, may be the most incomprehensible aspect of it all.  The crossing of borders to Greece or Holland or the like perhaps the next step, if there is any fairness.  The return coinciding with Europa or a return to the 2009 Olive?  Ha, if the world yet contains such good humour, I would venture to see it.  International drivers' license procured or otherwise.  Will Spiro still be sheltered in place to greet?  Will Klaas wear a mask to the dock on the triumphant return?  Oh that would be something to see.

A longer wait more likely.  The cold turkey of the politics and negativity in favour of poetry, art, writing.  The idea of the novel, even, or such preparation.  The need for invention, flourish, liberty.  Based in memory, and yet....

"For it is the tradition of sonneteering that all cruelties by the beloved must be forgiven by the lover."  Who can be truly honest when it comes to love, and fate, and family, and redemption?  Oh.  Write the novel, then, as the dreams and inspiration in the ensuing months come.  The themes of time, memory, moment, purpose, fate.  The only themes, of a linear existence.

"In all external grace you have some part, But you like none, none you, for constant heart."

Knock, knock.  Hippo Birthday indeed.