post Codex

leaving for Codex in the window between storms was wise,

and staying overnight in Syracuse, also wise,

because the trip was almost seamless. 

only two hours late.

then, arrived and disoriented, 

i found my daughter hannah

and we made out way to the inn, 

on BART in very heavy rain.

 sunny and clear sunday we set up and then...

 into the chaos of the BIG EVENT.

 showing Daylilies and Songbirds was fun,

and it may have a new home 

(at least it was requested)

Anne, smiling 

 there were a few scarves, 

which i often bring along because they echo the contact printed papers,

and almost sold out.

i was glad that down jacket came along

and

 there were eucalyptus leaves

  being sometimes outside was a blessing, 

 zen moments 

as caliban mark promised

 inside the craneway it was like this:

just before they came, the big crowd took a while to filter to our end of things.

 to our right was anne covell

and left a table shared by jan owen and ellen knudsen

all rock stars.

anne's table

 the building itself was lovely to be in

 gigantic hagrid doors

we had weather all right,

heavy rain, 

sunshine, 

sunshine and cold, 

heavy hail and slippery underfoot

the ocean was a big presence, 

green and blue and gray and heavy

HUGE

industrial

i didn't ask 

but i wondered

 i came home and rested for a few days

this arrived 

from aimee 

and i was. 

 so many wonderful people:

thanks especially to 

Codex Dina, who made it happen

Hannah, who more than helped.

Alisa, who fed us, body and soul

Linda, the best of papermates

my tablemates, Anne, Ellen and Jan

Shanna and Andrea and Mary

and Mark who was astonished that i actually did it.

to my inspirations all

and M who kept the home fires burning.