Tip the world over on its side and everything loose will land in Los Angeles... Frank Lloyd Wright
Sunday, December 23, 2007
My living will, waiting to be signed, sits next to an old New Yorker it's my ritual to read with breakfast each morning, to finish one issue before going to the next, and this way I skip the news merely timely—October 2004 with a fundraiser bringing Kerry within blocks of President Bush proves painful in December '05 but fast turning to find Graham Greene his authorized biography reviewed, I'm relieved, though perplexed, by Because of an ambiguous comma in a document Greene signed on his deathbed other scholars were forbidden to quote . . . and I wonder as I slowly eat my oatmeal with raisins and cranberries and four summer blueberries I pick from their bag in my freezer, gathering what pleases me, a woman of 73 with a will nearby, if I might not like lingering in an ambiguous comma someday, not rushing to an afterlife I don't believe in, drifting dreamily, held for a day or two in its pause.