Bloomsday

Happy Bloomsday!

When I was an undergrad I took an entire semester-long seminar about Ulysses. It was pretty amazing, though I suspect I would get a lot more out of that book if I read it now than I did back when I was twenty. Someday I'd like to go back and read it again.

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I love travel planning, deciding to go somewhere and then researching the heck out of it beforehand. I am so not a spontaneous girl. The planning is at least half the fun of the vacation, though.

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Carrie Newcomer's annual free concert in the park was yesterday evening. As always, a lovely time was had by all -- picnics, dogs, little kids playing on the swings and dancing, birds wheeling overhead. At one point a huge black butterfly flew over much of the crowd, just past seated-head level. It never feels quite like summer until after Carrie's park concert. So, now it can be summer.

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Biding my time, waiting on the commission...

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I've ordered this book by Eloise Klein Healy, this one by Ellen Bass, this one by Anne Marie Macari, and this one by Sam Witt. Next I'm going to order Erin Bertram's new chapbook. It's not like I need more books in my house, and it's not like I have any shortage of titles in the "haven't read this yet" pile. (Okay, piles, plural. Eek.) I just love buying books. (I could stop anytime I wanted to. Really. Um...)

At least nobody can accuse me of not supporting poetry. *grin*