~swan lake~

May 10th, 2009

Watching your honey rescue a dragonfly from an untimely death and blow on its wings to dry them is a very good thing when your head is swirling with seventy job applications spanning six countries completed in three days, with no end in sight.

At the lake we met a Swiss grandma who asked Ali about the cygnets as though he was their agent: how many are there? seven. no, seven? yes, it’s true. when were they born? a day or so ago. and they live around here? yes, the have a house in those trees. seven? so many?

We had Cassis sorbet. Alfonso gave me a magic blue crab claw, which now holds a swan feather and sits on my desk. And so, the waiting continues. The bad jokes continue:
              Kim: Three weeks from today we will live in a new country.
              Alfonso: I wonder which one? I wonder if we’ll have a bathroom?
              Kim: Yes, with purchase of small fries.
But also, swans.