the sunflower seeds we spread for the birds are so eager to sprout they can't contain themselves
we've had so much rain this week. it shutdown the highways and overwhelmed the water treatment plants and hid the horizon with fog
in the last month, boba's brought me two dead moles and one chipmunk. they're limp and lifeless but unmutilated and she trades them for just a couple of treats. she's so excited when she presents them to me, and i'm proud of her, but still sad for the little beasts
everytime she heads out, i warn her against interfering with the songbirds, but i know if she has a chance at a cardinal, she'll take it
last night, i slept well and dreamt of a life in a tall tower and dreamt of going to another room to kiss a girl and dreamt of signs with almost words dancing and shaking into the shapes of happy animals
later today, we're going to heat up a cast iron wok full of peanut oil and deep fry natural casing sabrett's and crinkle fries and i'll drink a tall boy and fall asleep watching baseball on the couch
may all your flies be juicy or happy aphelion bathroom guardian spider cousin
on friday, i saw the new native shrubs fallie planted outside his front window, blueberries, beautyberries, and a shrubby st. john's wort. he's slowly digging out the privet and english ivy around his house and replacing them with stuff from the native plant rescues where he volunteers. i'm looking forward to watching how it changes over the months and years
he and i sat for a while and ate faux-fil-a, drank a fruit punch four loko out of hurricane glasses with little umbrellas, and shared our stories from the week
i've lost the ability to appreciate the spectacle of the fireworks. maybe it will come back if i don't hold on too tightly. probably, i will be ok either way
we had thousands of lightning strikes in the area on saturday night. i woke up to find boba tucked hard against my pillow. when she was little she slept there every night, but she outgrew it years ago
i'm trying to stop using some words that mean too many things. words that've grown broad i can't be sure what other people are hearing, so diluted, they've lost all taste. just a handful of words. it's nothing serious, just a game, or maybe an experiment. watching what words fill the gaps
we walked up stone mountain early sunday morning. we had company, unaccustomed to the climb, so we went much slower than i usually would. i wandered all around while they rested on the way, and i got to notice things i hadn't seen since the kids were little. it was a nice morning
last night, i dreamt that there was a delivery man on the street in front of the house. he needed the neighbor's signature before he could leave, but the neighbor was missing. some people thought the neighbor was just out taking a walk, but others thought maybe in the hospital, speech stolen by a stroke, or maybe in europe on business. after a few days the delivery man looked ragged from sleeping on the ground outside his van. i emptied out the garage and built him a little room. when it was done he laid down on the little bed in the little room, went to sleep, and in the dream at least, he never woke up
plato's sitton's cave or i want to be two turtles when i grow up
on friday, i went down the mountain to visit with finn and fall. we drank dollar bucket shaboozy and talked all kinds of nonsense. i hadn't taken a picture with this old beat polaroid in a minute. i love how this one turned out. when they were kids, they called their neighborhood gang, the skullgirls, and that's what i call these pictures in my head, even if i never say it outloud
on saturday, i got a foraged double espresso from emma, and we caught up for a minute, then i walked all up and down the river until early afternoon. i saw turtles still waking up from the long nap. i watched some kids rowing in the first big race of the summer. i found broken toys and lost beads. i checked in with the bogmonster
yesterday, we had third sunday of the month lunch with my parents. the kids brought their partners, and we ate strip mall chinese at the place that tastes like how i remember east coast chinese in the nineties. i listened to baseball and fell asleep with boba on the couch. i watched an old movie just for the scenes with musicians, mostly passed now, playing a texas honkytonk in the eighties. i had a good day
i haven't been reading about the names of colors. i found a lot of fun stuff, but never what i was looking for. lately, i keep coming across old books of fables and rhymes and nonsense alphabets. i caught myself rewriting 'd is for death', over and over in my head, until finally i had to dig out some edward gorey to put an end to it
we're going firefly camping in a week. fall got us a nice spot on the quiet side of the river
i reached out to the girl. we caught up for a minute and it was good. she said it was nice, easeful even, but probably best we not catch up again for another year, so i guess that'll be that for the time being
i feel called to work in a bakery. if you know how to make that happen, i'd appreciate the help
this week, we had little arthur bring in lot's of rain and wet, filling the woods with mushrooms. i ate wild blackberries by the handful
on wednesday, i got the on the calculation of volume(s) I and II handed on to me from @shortladyleggers. i'm grateful and excited to get started in on them. finn came by that night and we watched some baseball together. we talked a little and caught but mostly we sat quiet together. it was a really good day
on thursday night, i dreamt of cars made with whole living people bolted inside, confined inextricably, but extended visibly around the edges of the seats, the doors, the body panels on all sides. the space they took made the cars hard to use, taking up all the room where a passenger's feet should go, blocking the doors from opening all the way. the dream felt like a nightmare until i looked into one's face. their peaceful expression of bliss confused me so much, i awoke
last night for rage, we ate motor city pizzas ,drank dollar bucket nonsense, and talked about green lightning, the death of chihiro, the capacity of small venues, and spear high privet. we talked about mount everestone mountain, st john's wort's shrubbery, title fraud granny, loud cousins, and all kinds of lizard business. we didn't talk about bootleg coin laundry crackers or deadname popeye's specials, but we didn't not talk about them either. i had a good visit with two-fry. she showed me her big jump and loved the new treats i brought her so much that she killt them. it was so nice
for a while now, i've been ready to wander down to the possum trot to forage free coffee and maybe a donut, and see-who-to-say-hi-to, but boba hadn't been ready to let me go, but now she is
