17 June
My whole neighbourhood smells so beautiful.
There's a big tree flowering about halfway up the block and it makes the entire street smell like honeysuckle. It's like living in a fairy tale.
And a fine Bloomsday it was yesterday!
I've never celebrated it before, always hearing about it two days later, always forgetting that it is 16 June.
But yesterday I remembered to find the NPR station and turn it on at 7p and listen to the Bloomsday on Broadway at Symphony Space. At first, when it started, I thought that perhaps it was one of those things that it's more fun to think about doing than to actually do, but as it went on, I just let the words wash over me, and I loved every minute.
It was the eighteenth Bloomsday at Symphony Space, so they read an excerpt from each of the eighteen sections, ending with the wonderful Fionnula Flanagan (the wife in Waking Ned Devine) reading Molly Bloom's monologue.
I knew the thing was supposed to go until midnight or so, but she started at 9.45p, so how could it go until midnight? Well, it went until 12.35a and was one of the greatest things it has ever been my pleasure to listen to.
All 2 hours and 50 glorious minutes of it.
So yesterday I got an email from Jackie Collins (I can only assume that it is not the well-known version) telling me to start shopping again so that she could live vicariously through me, since she's currently saving, so I cried "Get thee behind me Satan!" and made the sign of the cross, but to no avail.
I went here and here and took advantage of their "get these products for a penny" promos, then I remembered a $15 credit I had here, and so that it wouldn't feel left out, got a couple of things here as well.
Jackie Collins should be ashamed of herself!
And, regarding the journal reading thing in NY, yesterday I said it would take place on 15 August, but I was entirely wrong, as it will be on Saturday 14 August.
Mark your calendars!
Today's horoscope:
Messages lie beneath the surface today. Pay more attention to HOW things are said than WHAT is said.
One year ago today:
I don't think that I have ever done anything so typical in my life.
That moment defines me.
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