vertigo, vertigo.
I've been in Florida a whole week now. Computrice killed my last post, which was full of references to gratitude. Now that Thanksgiving is over I'll make references to animals instead. I woke up an hour ago, early, at my mom's house, fed the dogs and wrote for awhile. It's hard to write when Jasmine and I are together all the time. It's hard to write about family when you're used to writing about it far, far away.
My grandmother spent Thanksgiving making people cry, scaring the baby, and claiming under her breath that the food might be poisoned.
Toad and I move to the Little House on the Hill Wednesday. I'm nervous but excited. I've never been a rent-paying person before, and am still looking for a full-time job. But when Jasmine and I went over to visit the other day we met some very nice goats. Also, bees! In a top-bar hive. Noah has no worries and lifted the bars out to show us honey and larvae. They were mellow bees. There were mellow chickens too. I wish I knew more about everything. I'm humbled by folks like him. Can't wait to work with all these super nice farmers.
My mom took us to an estate sale yesterday to look for a cast iron skillet. It was full of gadgets and pyramid schemes-- piles of FAT BURNING VITAMINS ($5 each- "really works" the sign read) and lots of nautical knicknacks. The people who lived there were smokers and lovers of animal print towels. Lora the Liquidator presided over the festivities. Is this our suburban metaphor for the rotting of the carcass and the breakdown into component parts, decomposing bacteria? The house picked clean by similarly hungry strangers.
Anyway, that's what's been on my mind.
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You're alive and well! I wrote an "on love" note to phil for the defilers album. General jist: it's harder to write love songs than break-up songs, because it's harder to write songs when you're busy necking. it's easier to write songs when you're alone in your room analyzing about why you're alone in your room...
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