Guest Comment by James Carroll; Wife Tests His Bitch-O-Meter

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--James Carroll


Thanks, James. Wocky your jabber had no claws. I hates wabbits!

That interlude surprised me.

I've been revising my essay on Four Quartets the past week and have managed to clip nearly 3,000 words from it, mainly by deleting anything having to do with me and not the work at hand, those little birdwalks into Craigland long after Elvis has left the building.

Kathleen discovered a massive salamander while gardening two days ago, a green thing with brown stripes limned in yellow, perhaps the endangered tiger salamander for all I know.

He made for some excellent sushi. Afterwards we cleaned our teeth with spotted brown owl quills.

Strange how frog and salamander both have that "Is it fish or chicken?" thing going, though I think Sally was just a wee bit fishier than Froggy.

My wife made an epic of shopping today.

This is how she tests me to see if I'm really out of a depression; she becomes a bitch to see if I can take it. If that feels safe she'll usually go into a depression of her own, the only luxury she prizes above a bath.

Then maybe I'm worth it.

I'll let you know. Everyone said mad poets would never last. And here we are near 7 years together.

BTW, it's Kathleen's birthday May 18.

Here's her e-mail address: klmchaffin@yahoo.com

Our home address is now 41001 Comptche Ukiah Road, Mendocino, CA, 95460. Telephone: 707 937-9985

My neck hurts more than my back right now. Gotta stop.


Thine,

CE