A Post Is A Post Is A Post Is A Gertrude Stein

A li’l pink (Sonoma button-down). A li’l Momo blue on the tie, as I call this color. Tie o’ the Day #2 is a Stacy Adams, of course. I’m sure you are starting to recognize the Stacy Adams style–gaudy, lots of paisley, and wide as can be. If you aren’t yet able to distinguish it from the styles of other designers, Tie o’ the Day will still and always love you anyway.

“Is it raining at your house, like it’s raining at mine?” Today’s rain reminded me of one of my favorite Vern Gosdin songs: “Is It Raining At Your House?” You should take a listen to it. Very sad, in just the right unrequited love way. Vern’s voice has that classic country & western smooth twang. Kind of a mix of George Jones and Hank Williams. And he also sings a song called “That Just About Does It”.  That ditty has these lines in the chorus: “That just about does it, don’t it? That’ll just about kill it, won’t it?” That is plain snazz-errific. Break-up songs are the best.

One of the most obscure break-up songs I know is called “Sweaters”, written and sung/spoken by performance artist Laurie Anderson, in the early 80’s. The gist of it is that what makes us move on from someone isn’t the big things. What makes is leave is usually a gaggle of tiny things. It’s like the proverbial straw that broke the camel’s back: Those itsy-bitsy moves of theirs drive us nuts and away. The little things become so irritating that we are DONE. A couple of fantastic lines from Anderson’s song: “I no longer  like the color of your sweaters. I no longer like the way you hold your pens and pencils.” The music of the song is purposely irritating, to great dramatic effect. Suits me fine.

Laurie Anderson is one of the way early influences of my life’s word-work. So blame her and Bruce Springsteen and Leonard Cohen for nudging me in the poetry direction. And they did it before I was even old enough to vote, I might add.

Mom Sleeps Around

Mom visits her kids as often as she wants. And she sleeps like a log, according to her. Everywhere she goes, she keeps a nightie and a duster hanging in our closets. Today, her clothes wanted to guest star in Tie o’ the Day #1, which is a black and sea foam-colored tie by designers at little black tie. Duster is from Secret Treasures. Nightie has no label. Mom has probably worn it so often that it rubbed off.

These days Mom spends whole days in nighties and dusters. In winter, she adds her pajama bottoms.The other day, when I was driving the broads for our drinking, Mom was wearing her usual attire, but she was also wearing her earrings. She sports the same outfit, right down to the earrings, whenever the priesthood guys bring the sacrament to her at home when she isn’t able to make it to church. I don’t ask why about the earrings. It is what it is.

Mom wears rings only to church. I don’t think I ever saw her wear her wedding ring. She gave it to Suzanne a while back. And interestingly, Suzanne now wears the wedding rings of both her mothers-in-in law. And she wears them at the same time, all the time. One of Suzanne’s co-workers noticed them on Suzanne’s finger one day, and said they looked like old lady wedding rings. Which they are.

For 9 years, I have kept a pair of Dad’s broken reading glasses. And, a couple of years after his death, Mom gave me the last bar of soap that he used in his shower. I didn’t ask for it. How could I have guessed she had saved something like his soap? She just showed up to The Beach House with it one day. I keep it with his broken glasses. I’m sure I will keep the outfit shown above, as well. As it should be.