Easter eggs
4:05
I’m sitting on David’s doorstep in Palermo with my laptop. Ok – my laptop is in my bag, useless since I don’t have a battery – so I’m writing this in my notebook for transcription. It’s cold and gray. Fall. Here on Gold Street the sound is of leaves rustling in the trees rather than buses drag-racing. There’s a hint of the fall smell here, and a bit of color in the leaves – really only yellow and brown, but still something.
Fall has always been my favorite season. Maybe I like it because it’s fleeting. Sure it’s a quarter of the year on calendars, but really there are only a few weeks-worth of days that are cool enough not to be summer, but warm enough not to be winter.
I’m supposed to be dying Easter eggs at this moment, but when I arrived at David’s house I found this note, which I interpret to mean that he went to buy food coloring for the eggs:
It would have been smart for me to have brought a jacket. And I’m getting hungry at about the same rate as I’m getting cold. It’s not clear how much longer I’ll last before giving in to temptation to cross the street to the food place. Even if it’s only take-out, I’m sure I’d get a few minutes of warmth while the food is readied.
5:15
Easter egg-dying isn’t something that people do here; that’s evident from the apparent lack of egg dye (and for that matter food coloring) in the grocery stores. David brought home beets, spinach, lemonade and tumeric to dye the eggs.
Clau and Vicky have turned out to be much better artists than David or I, so david is making bread and I am writing while they finish the eggs.
I’m sitting on David’s doorstep in Palermo with my laptop. Ok – my laptop is in my bag, useless since I don’t have a battery – so I’m writing this in my notebook for transcription. It’s cold and gray. Fall. Here on Gold Street the sound is of leaves rustling in the trees rather than buses drag-racing. There’s a hint of the fall smell here, and a bit of color in the leaves – really only yellow and brown, but still something.
Fall has always been my favorite season. Maybe I like it because it’s fleeting. Sure it’s a quarter of the year on calendars, but really there are only a few weeks-worth of days that are cool enough not to be summer, but warm enough not to be winter.
I’m supposed to be dying Easter eggs at this moment, but when I arrived at David’s house I found this note, which I interpret to mean that he went to buy food coloring for the eggs:
It would have been smart for me to have brought a jacket. And I’m getting hungry at about the same rate as I’m getting cold. It’s not clear how much longer I’ll last before giving in to temptation to cross the street to the food place. Even if it’s only take-out, I’m sure I’d get a few minutes of warmth while the food is readied.
5:15
Easter egg-dying isn’t something that people do here; that’s evident from the apparent lack of egg dye (and for that matter food coloring) in the grocery stores. David brought home beets, spinach, lemonade and tumeric to dye the eggs.
Clau and Vicky have turned out to be much better artists than David or I, so david is making bread and I am writing while they finish the eggs.
previously there was hassle
afterwards you have monday morning coming down
“non omnis moriar” [submitted on 21 Oct 06]