...asking a shadow to dance

Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance.

Carl Sandburg, American Historian, Poet and Novelist, 1878-1967

The Saab is in for an oil change, don't ask about the health of my favorite auto maker, looks grim for the brand I've driven since 1973. I'm also packing for a quick last of the season extended weekend jaunt to our place in Maine. The cats will stay home this time with our petsitter tending them. The trip is really too short to take them. The only downside now is Hurricane Irene that could lash us with wind and rain as we drive back home on Monday.

The best news of the day is that my nephew G had his student visa appointment in NYC this morning. Everything seems in order(and it was a lot to get in order) and he was told to come by at 4PM this afternoon to pick it up. PHEW! T found an expedited service he could pay extra for and it seems to have worked out. He will be studying at Queen Mary, University of London for a Masters in Theatre and Performance. He leaves September 16th.

Visa Update...not ready today, he's told to come by tomorrow, so he'll spend another night in NYC with his fingers crossed.

I believe this is a Red Spotted Purple Admiral Butterfly
Limentis artemis

Earthquake update...I felt nothing, but T works in a 36 floor building in Boston and they felt it and the ceiling lights were swinging. A bit scary for us non prepared earthquake folks, but nothing in the scheme of recent quakes in NZ & Japan

East Coast Quake


For the Record,

This day came in as a perfect summer's day.