The Sun Rose Dripping

Just this, today, a poem by Ms. St. Vincent Millay:
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Recuerdo
by Edna St. Vincent Millay

New Contest

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The photos of Tracy and Barbara reading my book, Outtakes From a Marriage, in Times Square, on the previous blog, gave me an idea for a contest. Send me pictures of my book (either of my books will do) – and the one that’s the funniest, or in the most unusual place will be the winner. If you’re shy, you don’t have to be in the photo. Just prop it up someplace. Or have a pet doing something with it (that’s Daphne, above, examining my shipment of the first edition of Outtakes. You guys can all vote, but my vote will always be for the photos of the book being read in a very public place. This blog entry is under the category “Shameless Self-Promotion,” after all.

Tracy Reports Back From Blogapalooza

For you newcomers, a few people have become a little chummy on this blog (yes, I know, that might be a bit of an understatement, it’s become a big love fest here). Some blog regulars have become email buddies and a few – Barbara, Tracy and Kristin – decided to meet in person, in New York, a couple of weeks ago for an event they have dubbed the first annual Ann Leary Blogapalooza.

Ask Lupe

Man problems?
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Need a few beauty tips?
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How about some organizing ideas?
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Not sure what to say when your date shows up wearing this?
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Well, you’re in luck, because today is ASK LUPE day!
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Blog regulars have come to rely on Lupe’s savvy street smarts, her cool, quick wit and her willingness to delve deep into the internet to find answers to questions or problems no matter how large or small. So today, I open the blog to our mentor, the wise and wonderful Guadalupe. She has gracefully offered to be our advice columnist for the day.

Chess Fetish

I know I’ve mentioned that I receive a fair amount of spam on this blog. Usually I deliver it straight to the junk folder, but here’s a quote from a spiffy piece of spam I received this morning: “Best choice of the month about Fetish, Smelling fetish, Fetish pantiehose and Kilt fetish.” There’s a link to a website attached, of course.

I get the whole fetish concept. I can understand a smelling fetish, and the pantiehose [sic] fetish. But “kilt fetish?”. And why would the spammer assume that kilt lust should be thrown in the same pile as the desire to don a pair of tights? Or smell smelly things? And what did fetishists do before the internet?

Squirmers, Elvers, Cleaners, Caressers

Photo by Moses Pendleton

Photo by Moses Pendleton

It’s been wet here in New England. My friend Moses sent me this beautiful wet, green photo, and, to accompany it, I have chosen a poem. Sorry poetry haters, he’s my favorite, Roethke, and, well, the photo was crying out for it.

The Minimal
by Theodore Roethke

I study the lives on a leaf: the little
Sleepers, numb nudgers in cold dimensions,
Beetles in caves, newts, stone-deaf fishes,
Lice tethered to long limp subterranean weeds,
Squirmers in bogs,
And bacterial creepers
Wriggling through wounds
Like elvers in ponds,
Their wan mouths kissing the warm sutures,
Cleaning and caressing,
Creeping and healing.

Thanks Moses.

I’m Back!

Hi all.

Yes, I was away from my computer for several days which was excruciating, as I’ve come to love blogging so much. Had a personal matter that needed to be taken care of. Nothing serious at all. But so touched by the concerned comments and emails. I really feel disconnected when I am unable to blog each day. Also, I’m going to try to get somebody to program the blog so that regular commenters can post comments without me approving them. That way you can chat amongst yourselves when I’m not around.

In Silence The Heart Raves

True Love
by Robert Penn Warren

Blogapalooza!

As many of you know, the first annual Ann Leary Blogapalooza took place last weekend and what a great success it was! Unfortunately, I was not able to attend because we were away, but I’m definitely going to be there next year. I had no idea there’d be such a huge turnout. Barbara has sent me some photos.

Here’s a shot of the crowd chanting “It’s War! It’s War!”
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Apparently, they wouldn’t settle until Tracy read aloud the “It’s War!” posting from my blog. This was followed by a rousing reading by Barbara, of “Another Day at the Funny Farm” and that all-time crowd pleaser, “I Just Adore a Penthouse View,” read by Kristin.

It Was Just a Dream Place

We’re home now. Well, I’m home, Denis is working on something fun in NY (that I’m probably not supposed to mention yet) and the kids are with him. I’ve spent the morning snuggling with horses and now am in bed, snuggling with dogs. I’ve bored all my creatures with the stories of our trip and now am out of wind, so instead of boring you, I will show a few last photos.
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