(Dec 31) The end of 2011. I will not miss it. If the year had a theme, it was the treachery of the NYLUG coup, and that I moved again, and that I’ve had a car under my feet instead of the pavement. That last one’s been taking some getting used to still.
Dreary
Dark
Down
Display
(Dec 14) The Port Jefferson Dickens Festival was afoot. Those who wanted to look good went to see Nan for costumes.
December around here, starts with the Dickens Festival.
This tour, by automobile.
“Dickens Alley”
What are those adults asking for for Christmas? Mortage payments?
Carolers
The tax collector’s office, now the Long Island Music Hall of Fame
The wheels of pain
In among the logs…
Many things grow
fungus
of which there’s more than one among us
To Pete, this is called inventory.
(Nov 29) It’s become crazy time. My landlord is liquidating his life’s possessions. I’m trying to keep mine from going out the door with his. Still don’t know where I’m going to land, and Port Jefferson doesn’t feel like home because of it.
At one corner of my desk
Viza gave me this. I wonder if Josh still has his?
The town has decorated for the season and its Dickens Festival
The car still feels like something new and transient in my life
This pre-seasoned chicken was all that seemed suitable. It was horrible.
My gesture toward the holiday.
Port Jefferson Village
Tick tick tick. That’s the sound of Port Jefferson running out.
(Nov 7) Part Two of the Bubble Experiments. This is the last.
Ironically, the car has made my world smaller.
This has sent me in search of
Things overlooked
In my living spaces.
So here we are
Watching
The bubbles go by
Springing into being
And then
Just as suddenly
Racing to the top
And bursting out of existence.
(Nov 7) At last, the end of the Bubble Experiments. Two sets. This is the first.
In the beginning
there were bubbles
and more bubbles
it was an effervescent experience.
