July 31, 2004
I'm off
So here I am in the Bardo. I flew.
As is my wont , it took me over an hour to get my internet connection working last night, and by then, I was too pooped to post.
I am in four star accomodations, but change today to Bardo Guest Quarters for the duration, where they are not known to cultivate the business traveler. THIS MAY BE MY LAST ENTRY, said the boy who cried wolf.
I know I am in a four star hotel due to the soup (oops, that was a Freudian typo which) soap flavors, Cucumber Melon and Cool Citrus Basil. I will let you know iif the flies swarm around me when I hit the open air.
I will visit with my mother today, perched on an armless Victorian desk chair, the last of the antiques from my grandmother's house. It is small enough to fit in her room, imbued with memories, and uncomfortable in the extreme. One cannot help but assume an erect posture. A design like that must have looked to the bustle to provide padding. My fascia screams in anticipation. Here's a reframe, quite like sitting on the cushions at a meditation retreat.
I will spend the day reminding my mother who I am, though she politely pretends she knows (and sometimes, she does), accepting many lavish compliments on my teeth, which is a vast improvement from the predemented constructive criticism, turning on my recorded book when she nods off. I brought "Good in Bed" , which I hope will be superior chewing gum for the mind.
Reporting to you direct from the Bardo, this is Dakota, signing off.
Photo note: This is a cormorant , not a buzzard . It gets fifteen points for setting the mood, and loses ten for being over exposed.
Posted by Dakota at July 31, 2004 06:52 AM