051207
saturday morning pretty and cool and i don’t have to scurry today. a lazy weekend. my poet says it is krishnamurti’s birthday and we must celebrate. we might go to eudora and wander around then. ha ha. as i am learning to like wandering in nature with him, he is learning to like wandering in small towns with me. now if we only could agree on the temperature of the house. i thought writing a little would be pleasant but my nails are too long and clack and trip. i will cut them before any more work in the garden for sure. i will plant more things today. i decided to dig up no more grass. it is just too tedious. some seeds are growing but not very fast. finally the house has dried up and doesn’t smell like mold and ancient cat piss. good.
what else? oh. i cut off some hair yesterday. i mean *he* did. no more of those layers that turn into fuzzy clumps. now it is all one length and shorter. it doesn’t look very good actually, because there is too much product in it. after i wash it out and crunch it up and make it BIG, it will be better. just a little though. i am growing out my bangs and a paper bag would probably look best. or a babushka.
sometimes i wonder if i will always make pictures of the same things over and over.
i like getting up early on saturday. but i can’t stand these fingernails. bye!