So expensive! and So good!

I bought gasoline, regular unleaded, on Sunday. It cost $4.34 per gallon! I think that's the most I've ever paid. And people at school complain when it reaches $3.50...

I just watched Prince Caspian in the theatre. I enjoyed it very much. No, it's not exactly like the book, but as a movie, it was good, coherent, enjoyable. It had a feel of completeness, a consistency of atmosphere. They didn't need the kiss, though. A look should have sufficed. But, on the whole, I believe I liked it better the The Lion, the Witch & the Wardrobe. Odd. I'll have to see it again to be sure. But I truly did enjoy it. Especially Edmund, Lucy, and Trumpkin.

The funny thing is I saw Death at a Funeral last night, a British ridiculous dark-ish comedy, and the actor who played Trumpkin was in it in a VERY different role. He does impressive things with his eyes and eyebrows.

There is nothing quite like driving the canyon between Hiouchi and Gasquet in the fading light, with a wall of rock to one side, and empty space dropping to a blue, blue river, with sharply rising trees beyond. Absolutely stunningly beautiful. It even feels, for a moment, as if you're flying.

CCC

Crescent City, California.

After a wonderful whirlwind weekend, very little sleep, not enough food, and a long layover in San Francisco, my plane touched down on earth, but my head remained in the atmosphere somewhere.

I am home, for a month, before going back out East. It should be good, beautiful, fun, active.

My semester was very good. Shall the summer follow suit? I think so.

I miss my mother's pancakes. They aren't the same without the oats and huckleberries. I feel sorry for people who have never had huckleberry pancakes. But then, those of us who have huckleberries don't have real New England maple syrup, so we're missing out, too.

I'd rather take the huckleberries.

My Day in Haiku

blossoms smell like fish:
faint alone, but together
the sea comes to land.

drizzle turns to haze
which burns and fades into blue
humid spring sunshine.

new leaves patterning
green across blue; downy gold
goslings ignore us.

red-stained watered eyes
uncertainty if death comes
or life stays tonight.

what may one say or
do? the pain remains inside
whether shared or not.

O God, my God, why?
Hast thou forsaken others?
I care not of me.

fires blaze as they go
words smash through frosted windows:
the shadow of death.