Zombies

Rooms

By Charlotte Mew

I remember rooms that have had their part

     In the steady slowing down of the heart.

The room in Paris, the room at Geneva,

The little damp room with the seaweed smell,

And that ceaseless maddening sound of the tide—

     Rooms where for good or for ill—things died.

But there is the room where we (two) lie dead,

Though every morning we seem to wake and might just as well seem to sleep again

     As we shall somewhere in the other quieter, dustier bed

     Out there in the sun—in the rain.

I just stumbled across this poem and fell in love with it. Please don't think that I'm fixated on death - it's LIFE I'm focused on. Thinking of the other helps me appreciate where I am right now.

Hey! Remember the fair isle shawl (Malthese Flowers) I started back in January? It's been dormant - hibernating - for about a month, but today I picked it back up again and have knit about an inch. That doesn't sound like much, but I increase 2 stitches every round, for the triangular shape, so I've gone from 3 stitches to hundreds, and it'll be hundreds more stitches on each row before I'm done. 

Making steady progress on my Falkland fiber - a lovely blend of reds, oranges, yellows, and a bit of green. It should work up into a nice 2-ply.

Still on sock #1 of the latest pair of vanilla socks. 

Day off from exercise. Delicious (at least, I hope so) raspberry-mustard-pistachio crusted chicken with maple glazed carrots for supper. From a Canyon Ranch cookbook.

Finally finished listening to (via Audible) A Clash of Kings by George R. R. Martin. Now I'm ready for season 2 of Game of Thrones. I've just started Colson Whitehead's Zone One on Audible. What is this fascination with zombies? I'm addicted to The Walking Dead and now I'm listening to another apocalyptic tale. Zombies are everywhere - even in the 2013 Connecticut Nutmeg Book Awards - one of the teen nominees this time around is a book called Rot & Ruin - you guessed it, about a teen who makes his living as a zombie bounty hunter. Can't keep it on the shelves...

Hmmm - I should have found a poem about zombies.