hey! It’s been awhile. A lot of life things have been stealing my blog time. I have lots of posts knocking against each other in my mind, so stay tuned.

In the meantime, in honor of this gorgeous last day of May, I wanted to post this.

It’s been a strange, moody spring, but I always reminded myself that at least the grass was finally green, even though I was shivering as I looked at it…

The First Green of Spring

Out walking in the swamp picking cowslip, marsh and marigold,
this sweet first green of spring. Now sauteed in a pan melting
to a deeper green than ever they were alive, this green, this life,

harbinger of things to come. Now we sit at the table munching
on this message from the dawn which says we and the world
are alive again today, and this is the world’s birthday. And

even though we know we are growing old, we are dying,
we will never be young again, we also know we’re still right here
now, today, and, my oh my! don’t these greens taste good.

-David Budbill 




May 7, 2008

This is about life size!

(This is about life size.)

“Do you like diamonds?”

I had stopped by a jewelry shop in the downtown skyway to get my rings cleaned and checked. A lady cheerfully took them to the back while a man approached me from behind the counter.

“Sure, they’re nice,” I said, intentionally sounding apathetic as I believe there’s way too much hype and sad political struggle over diamonds (although of course I love my own gifted ones).

“Would you like to hold the second largest loose diamond I’ve ever seen in my twenty-five years of selling diamonds?”

I held out my hand and he turned over a little white pouch into my hand. It was an 8.5 carat round diamond, so colorless and bright it looked fake. Which I said so. I don’t think he minded, although he didn’t chuckle like I expected.

“We have a lot of fun with this in the store,” he said. “My coworker’s been asking women customers if they’d choose this diamond in a ring or pendant, and 50 to 3 choose ring over pendant.”

“Are you serious?” I asked. I couldn’t imagine that freakin’ huge thing on my finger. It was bigger than my knuckle.

I asked him what’s the largest loose diamond he’s seen in twenty-five years…he said it was a 10 carat. Just a bit wider than this one in diameter.

“So…how much value am I holding in my palm right now?”

He looked at the price tag on the pouch: $120,600.