Here and There

Thursday, October 20, 2011


 With the mouse himself.  Lily spoke of this later, remembered that Mickey was in a robe, about to get ready for his show...?
 On Heimlich's Chew Chew Train.  Both kids love this ride. 

 The cotton candy on day 2 matched her shirt perfectly. 

Just a little Disney Magic.  This is Goofy's house in Toontown.  The clothesline is spinning and looks so crazy and cute.  Hard to see.

As always, I love Disneyland.  I noticed this time that my hips hurt when I walk around all day and night.  Not my feet, my hips.  I have a feeling this is something about having children.  I also noticed all the wonderful things that just seem to "happen" to you when you're in Disneyland, but are happening so often, everywhere in the park that it just seems that way.  Catching a performance at the Golden Horseshoe.  Seeing the tail end of a parade disappear behind a gate that you didn't notice until it opened and the performers waved at you with their last waves!  The music everywhere: marching bands, parades, performances, not to mention the muzak pumped throughout the park, it's the finest Disney muzak that can be achieved.  I love it there.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

A poem I found.


Maybe the camera crew is at someone else’s house,
a spotlight haloing over another’s fleshy story.
Maybe the mailman is delivering the good news
to your neighbor, or a different city entirely,
and you come home to a rash of catalogues,
the second notice for a doctor’s bill, a plea
from the do-gooders for whatever you can spare.
Maybe you haven’t cleaned your kitchen floor in weeks,
forgotten to nourish the front garden, spilled too much
coffee in your car, weaving through traffic.
Maybe you are 10 pounds heavier than last year.
Maybe your skin is betraying your age.
Maybe winter is ravaging your heart.
Maybe you are afraid, or lonely, or furious, or wanting out
of every commitment you entered with such vigor and trust.
Maybe you’ve bitten your nails down to the quick,
chosen your meals badly, ignored the advice of those
who know you best. Maybe you are stubborn as a toddler.
Maybe you are clumsy or foolish or hasty or reckless.
Maybe you haven’t read all the books you’re supposed to.
Maybe your handwriting is still illegible after all these years.
Maybe you spent too much on a pair of shoes you didn’t need.
Maybe you left the window open and the rain ruined the cake.
Maybe you’ve destroyed everything you’ve ever wanted to save.
If anything, believe in your own strange loveliness.
How your body, even as it stumbles, angles for light.
The way you hold a dandelion with such yearning and tenderness,
the whole world stops spinning.

Maya Stein