It’s embarassing to be sick at a time like this – when there are holidays and there is so much to do, and so much going on.  But sick I am.  It began last week some time when I saw that I was having trouble getting through the park I love so much, a simple park that you could ride through with your tricycle. And then I blamed the olive trees – that are just yielding beautiful fruit.  I wrote about them years ago:

Allergic to olive trees,

I cannot imagine

life without

these ancient friends

twisting their histories

whispering various truths

dropping their fruit

in my hungry

ambivalent lap

But it isn’t just the trees.  I sat at my kitchen table today for half an hour wondering how I would get up.  All my vital signs seem to be okay but when Ezi suggested that I go to the doctor I said, “What?  And have him break his five year record of not touching me?”  I think I’ll take an allergy pill instead. 

I’ll let you know.