These end-of-April micropoems and photos have been a kind of place-holder around here, as we continue to try to put our life back together after the month away from home, and all the renovations. The apartment still isn't quite there, but we did several runs to IKEA and various other places this week, followed by kit-building...another complication has been that our old stove, bought second-hand when we moved here, completely and literally fell apart this week: the oven door actually fell off and crashed to the floor when J. was simply standing beside it! I loved that stove, an ancient Inglis, and we've been holding it together with duct tape and daily incantations for a while now. This week we finally researched and bought a brand-new stove, and it was delivered this morning.
The inaugural project? Two of J.'s pizzas. I'm heading home now to cook my first dinner on the new stainless-steel and glass beast - the first ceramic cooktop stove I've ever owned. Will lit stay clean? I do hope so...I've never been great about keeping my oven and stove clean anyway, but this ought to be a lot easier.
We have old friends coming for a visit this weekend, and next week ought to be almost back to normal, punctuated with fireworks because of the exciting launch of my friend Dick Jones' full-length poetry book, Ancient Lights, at my very own Phoenicia Publishing. More on that very soon.
Have a great weekend!