From 6-7pm Dec. 17 I’ll be looping double bass harmonies at Winter Solstice Lights in the beautiful Lakewold Gardens.
My short story “The Geology of Waves” won the 2021 Newcastle Nature Stories competition.
Upcoming performance: “Water(fall) Music” at Tripod Slideshow, 7pm Nov. 19 at Center for Spiritual Living, 206 N J St (at Division Ave), Tacoma. $3 donation.
It’s like we’re on another planet. No – more like we died and went to some Covid-free heaven where you don’t need masks (mostly), you can hug your friends, share food, eat in cafes and the sun is shining. But let me start at the beginning. The day begins with 2:30am school as usual forContinue reading “(No More) Quarantine Hotel: Day 14 – Freedom!”
For our last day in captivity, things go remarkably like any other day. Except, of course, that happy little moment where three nurses and two soldiers show up at our door with negative Covid test results, check-out papers for 9:30am tomorrow and green wristbands saying “Tuesday”. (If we’d tested positive, we’d have started the 14Continue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day 13 – The Finish Line”
I’m not sure why I decide to put on fancy clothes today – well, a skirt, anyway – but it sets the tone for the whole day. Of course, it’s Sunday, even in quarantine. Also, all my leggings and T-shirts are in the laundry. The day starts well enough with coffee, croissants and a CovidContinue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day 12 – So Fancy”
Well, we made it to the weekend. Just for once, I sleep in. When I wake up, my son’s finished class and it’s a sunny Saturday morning outside. Over coffee I have a balcony phone chat with my old school friend Claire while she watches her son’s cricket match. She lives just outside of Sydney,Continue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day 11 – Weekend!”
The days are getting longer, with less substance, a kind of stretching blank miasma. Or an expanse of cloudy water, with no visible edge or shore. We work at our tasks in the morning, my son starting at 2:30am and my daughter at 5am with a midterm exam. I wake at 4am with a nosebleed,Continue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day Ten – Sink, Swim, Float”
Another early morning, this time after a rather disturbing nightmare about leaving our dogs only to have one get critically injured. I text my husband to make sure he’s filling up their water bowl. And watering the plants. Then I lie awake feeling claustrophobic – something I’d been worried about since I first heard aboutContinue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day Nine – So Boring, Baby”
It’s another 4:30am start. My son has a calculus quiz at 6am, so I head out to balcony to write down some of the morning birdsong. Then I hear agonized moans from inside: the hotel wifi has struck again, refusing to upload his final answers before the test times out. I hurry inside and whipContinue reading “Quarantine Hotel: Day Eight – Living in the Moment”