Sunday morning

I have the tunes of Rodgers and Hammerstein's "Sunday morning" from The Flower Drum Song (on TMC last night) in my head as I transition from the NY Times to the computer and back to NY times sections this morning. In between, I enjoyed Vivaldi and birdsong while sipping a mild cafe au lait, orange juice and Cheerios (multigrain) with blueberries for breakfast. One of the writing details I have noticed in the stories I am ready is the density of details. I went to a workshop at PCC in the fall and that, also, was the theme of the session. I guess I tend to gloss over the details as I write and, probably with that admission, I gloss over the details of living, too.

Sunday morning is a bit slower than the other six days of the week and so I can take more time to pay attention to details: a small dead bird by the patio door, probably the victim of a youngster's not knowing the "rules of the road" and unable to distinguish a clear path from the patio reflections; rose petals bending to a breeze outside my office window; the patches of fur shedding from Lia's dark coat as she adjusts to the warmer summer temperatures; the slight angling of my foot forward on my right ankle as I more easily slip my foot into a padded shoe that I wear (cheating a bit on the dr's instructions for wearing my boot) around the house. So, see, I can pay attention if I choose to do so.

I asked a friend to help me adjust some of my blog selections into essay form, not really knowing what that means. I miss the essay writer we used to have with the local newspaper, but, of course, a few remain, such as Garrison Keillor and Barbara Kingsolver. I will probably pay more attention to them now since I have given myself permission to move into the nonfiction/essay format which does seem to be working for me right now, via the blog. As to my ventures into fiction, I have asked another friend to help me research the period of 1870s in Cleveland for background on the piece I started to develop and then put aside for awhile. Small steps but not stuck completely.

I am looking forward to watching the Tony's tonight. While I haven't been a big fan of Broadway drama, I love the musicals and choreography. There were several dance numbers in the 1961 Flower Drum Song that I enjoyed and I had forgotten the (self-named?) Hermes Pan who choreographed that show. Creativity exists and in times of the Gulf oil spill's failure, we need it now very much.