March 28th, 2004

Roman

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today I hike. Somewhere. Maybe Islay Hill, maybe Stoneridge, maybe Maino open space. Somewhere.

I am reading Middle Age, by Joyce Carol Oates. Oates is one of those writers I think of as a "real" writer. It's interesting that many of the reviews refer to her "story-telling ability". There is so much more than story-telling. Always an extra twist, in this case Socrates. Something that makes me think about my own life.

She's a strange looking writer. Almost a parody of the New York cynical intellectual, what you'd expect that person to look like. It doesn't matter because she's real under that.

I am also exploring what we can do in our brief time in Washington, DC, in April. All day Sunday will be wiped out by the march and related speeches and so on. That evening we are likely to spend with Liisa and her family. The next morning, Monday, is the only full day for exploration, and we have Tuesday morning as well. Not much time but something. There is so much to see that we need to narrow it down. Find what is most important to us.

Mary's computer is blooey. I am trying to help her when she is near the computer and can do something. She is impatient, just wants it fixed. It's difficult.
Roman

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I did the Maino open space hike. It is perhaps my favorite, and it is one that I can do without a hiking stick. I feel like I need a stick for some of the others, for there are a few slippery spots where it would be very helpful. It was a beautiful day, and the birds were singing, it seemed like in a round or maybe some kind of canon, where one picks up a little later and carries it, then another chimes in. I tried to find the birds that were doing the most elaborate songs but didn't find them all. I don't think they are trying to be inconspicious, just the opposite really. I would have done better with binoculars. I did pass a couple of people who were carrying binoculars, one with the type carrier that i want, that holds them to your chest when you are not using them. I want one of those for my camera and for the binoculars I don't yet have.

I have been reading some J.D. Salinger - Raise High the Roof Beams, Carpenters, and Seymour, and Introduction. In Seymour, he offers his idea of what his typical reader is like. This reader loves birds. How that made me laugh, as I thought about my bird feeders, the many pictures I have taken of birds, how they lift my spirits just to listen, to watch their little crazed bodies, hearts beating furiously, temperatures like an oven.