I tried writing a good post for this week. I tried one subject and then another. Neither worked very well. It's one of those off-weeks for writing. So I spray-painted tree trunks along the property's perimeter with the specific shade of purple that means "No Hunting Here." And I'm showing my license plate. Truly I thought, back in 2012, that Sylvia would have liked the snake and the slogan. And darned if within a year or two they became symbols of rightist politics. Now and then a bearded guy or beardless youth, seeing it, nods his approval. A librarian at our branch -- I'm there often -- said Oh it must be your car with the license plate Plath. The one time I was asked why it says Plath, making a long story short I lied that Plath was my German grandma's name.
The new Plath Family archive at Yale University opens in December's first week and I am all set to go. The collection's finding aid, its list of boxes and what's in them, isn't ready yet. I check the website for it every day.
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