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Poem for Wednesday


# Five
By Toni Raben


Someone
is breathing
into the air
inhaling lilacs

I steal the first touch
of a soundless hum
that brushes past my cheek
softer than the dream
that won't let you leave

And you're stunned by your own sweetness
which you decide to keep a secret
and the morning's spilling over
like an alcoholic's gin
while you hide under the covers
with a cat instead of lovers
and you spend all of the day
licking honey off your skin

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Two drabbles: "The Key to the Prison", for the snape100 potion-making challenge, and "Atypical", for the lupin100 Remus-and-Tonks challenge. Spoilers for HBP in both.

Had another relatively quiet domestic day, with ventures abroad only to take packages to the post office, take the kids out for lunch, stop in a couple of stores and retrieve kids from my parents who took them to their pool in the late afternoon. Parents lost power tonight and came over again to borrow flashlights; I am very thankful that our neighborhood kept ours on. My father, who is as compulsive about checking his e-mail as I am, knows I am planning to take my laptop to the beach next week and has already announced plans to commandeer it to watch DVDs and do his own thing. I am therefore bringing BOTH our laptops, and he is not allowed to touch the one my documents and photos are on. If that's not good enough, he can bring his own laptop!

Did a hilarious article today on four cities in Scotland all vying to be able to declare themselves the future birthplace of Montgomery Scott. Apparently there is some conflict in Star Trek canon about whether Scotty was born in Aberdeen, Edinburgh, Linlithgow or Elgin. In "Wolf in the Fold", Scotty describes himself as an Aberdeen pub crawler, which is good enough for me, but apparently the councils in Edinburgh and the other towns read about how much money Riverside, Iowa has made off William Shatner since being declared the future birthplace of Captain Kirk, so they are clinging to Trek apocrypha. I sense civil war brewing. Also, I have been recorrupted by Snucius by certain people who shall remain nameless, so I spent much of the late afternoon writing Snupin to recover. I suspect that there is more Snucius brewing. Monster epic Snucius even. Thank you, J.K. Rowling, for leaving Mr. Malfoy mostly out of HBP, as that opens so many more possibilities than certain characters about whom I now suffer from TMI...

We have Wednesday night tickets to see the Nationals, which will be a new experience for me. I think it's kind of funny that I will have been in RFK Stadium twice this year when everyone has been trying to hard to abandon it -- I don't think I ever went to two Redskins games in a single season so this may be a single-year record for me. Speaking of records, I took a photo of Oriole Park at Camden Yards last weekend decorated for Palmeiro's 3000th but lost the heart to post it for obvious reasons. (Overheard comment of the day that made me shriek with its wrongness: "You heard how Rafael Palmeiro was suspended for taking steroids, but he says he didn't do it intentionally?" "Yeah. Maybe he drank Ryan Franklin's urine.") I wish we had pennant race suspense instead of suspensions.


The Maryland State House, built in 1772, which served as the US Capitol for nearly a year in 1783-4; it was here that Congress ratified the Treaty of Paris to end the Revolutionary War. This is the oldest state house in the nation still in use by the legislature.


This cannon was brought from England in 1634 and mounted at the fort at St. Mary's; it was recovered from the St. Mary's River in 1822 and given to the State of Maryland in 1840.


The chamber of the Maryland House of Delegates...


...and the chamber of the Maryland Senate.


The 15-foot Maryland Federalist. The original was built in built by merchants in Baltimore in 1788 to celebrate Maryland's ratification of the U.S. Constitution and given to George Washington as a gift, but sunk soon after in a hurricane. This replica was built in 1988 to celebrate the bicentennial. She is owned by the state and, as you can see, is unlikely to sink in a hurricane.


The Hammond-Harwood house, built in 1774 for legislator Mathias Hammond a block from the state house by the colonial architect William Buckland. Considered a pinnacle of Georgian style in America, it is now a museum with almost entirely original material and a 19th century garden.
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