1928 Bungalow: more nursery pics

21 January 2009

more nursery pics

3 comments:

Bungalow in the Hollow said...: I see nothing :(
I left a comment on your other nursery posting though.; 1/21/09, 4:26 PM
Nolan said...: Not sure what happened! Will repost them as soon as I can!

And I know I owe you an email!!! I was waiting until I had enough time to respond...ha ha ha ha.; 1/21/09, 5:12 PM
Nolan said...: I keep forgetting to fix these! New pics will be coming soon, though. We finished painting and hope to start putting cribs together this week!!; 2/4/09, 1:38 PM

love song: i and thou

Nothing is plumb, level or square:
the studs are bowed, the joists
are shaky by nature, no piece fits
any other piece without a gap
or pinch, and bent nails
dance all over the surfacing
like maggots. By Christ
I am no carpenter. I built
the roof for myself, the walls
for myself, the floors
for myself, and got
hung up in it myself. I
danced with a purple thumb
at this house-warming, drunk
with my prime whiskey: rage.
Oh I spat rage’s nails
into the frame-up of my work:
It held. It settled plumb,
level, solid, square and true
for that one great moment. Then
it screamed and went on through,
skewing as wrong the other way.
God damned it. This is hell,
but I planned it, I sawed it,
I nailed it, and I
will live in it until it kills me.
I can nail my left palm
to the left-hand cross-piece but
I can’t do everything myself.
I need a hand to nail the right,
a help, a love, a you, a wife.

--Alan Dugan (1923-2003)

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