chronicles

i'm reading this book now, "the fairwell chronicles" by anneli rufus. it's nonfiction, a straightforward look at some of the myriad ways people cope with death. i am consistently moved by each chapter. i recommend the book.

i'm about halfway through it, and i'll probably read a bunch tomorrow.

other news? i'm on a three-day weekend now. because there's planned computer downtime on sunday, i've got the day off. i'll make up the time a week from tomorrow. so: a three-day weekend this weekend, and a one-day weekend next weekend.

i'm thinking about browsing in a couple of bookstores tomorrow: king's books, the tacoma book center. a relaxing morning doing that, i think. i'll probably spend some time in the poetry aisles, as that's where my mind has been leaning this week.

i've jotted down some startlingly lyrical lines i come across in my job. there are strange turns of phrase in this gig that strike me from time to time. i am sometimes surprised at the vividness or the meter of a given term or string of terms, such contrast to the usual convoluted language that does its best to hide the meaning of the sentences.

i can see myself stealing a little, here and there, for the sake of an original poem.

that "jotted down" is a brash euphemism; truth be known, i kept an email to myself at home open through the day and typed such phrases (as well as words with interesting sounds) in it. at the end of the day i sent off, into the ether ... and it hasn't landed yet. i hope it lands sometime during the night; i might want to use some of those gems in the morning when i sit down here.