My digital voice recorder finally arrived, and I started recording poems right away, lots of Wallace Stevens but some others too. “The Moose” by Elizabeth Bishop is pretty long. Well, I had to figure out how to work it first. I still have the feeling there’s a lot I don’t understand, but I know enough.
Now it’s SAT scoring time. If I want to record while Erik works his 12 hour days, I’ll need to go to the car.
It’s fog world outside. The mechanic called this morning at 7:35!
Yesterday we went to Mt Tam again, and Berkeley for an early dinner of Indian-Pakistani food. I wrote letters, read my book about celebrity suicides, and walked beside a beautiful creek while Erik hiked earnestly.