Archive for August, 2007

080407

2007.0804
anniversary

finally it is the weekend. one would think that having a monday off would make it a “short week”, but ha ha not. the world around me is becoming more crispy, drying up, some leaves turning yellow and falling. it is now very hot. there is the tiniest bunny in the yard. i see him nibbling dry grass. king tubby is inside at my feet. the bunny is safe. there have been many bunnies this year. they don’t eat the garden. the garden is so lush i can barely walk through the path now. the tomatoes are very slow. we still need to buy them from the farmer’s market. but there will be fried okra tonight. my space bar keeps sticking. it is a mac wireless keyboard. i wonder if i can take the key off and clean it? i’m sure there is debris in there. margaret’s “new” car, her little honda civic (2001?2?) seems to have had an instant transmission death, possibly to the tune of $3000 repair. apparently this happens to them. we are outraged. honda is supposed to be a good car. none of us can afford such a thing. hopefully another diagnosis will be determined. i worry about her dilemmas so much. she is so young to have to be dealing with depressing adult shit like that. and where is my betsy? i guess she is back in boston in her own life. i miss her. i don’t like being so far from them. from all my family. i am going to try to paint today. or something new.

this weekend is our anniversary. my poet and i have been housekeeping together for one year. and we still like each other!

080107

2007.0801

about to jump out of my skin for some reason, the past couple of days. edgy, wondering what to look forward to. so far can only pick “autumn”. but at least that is *something*. finding everything i touch at the artTable results in despicability (is that a word?). wishing for something new. in life. sitting in the prison all day is insanity. but bound. trying to play with camera a little more, but it is hard hard hard. i can’t SEE. or something. sometimes an accident happens but i feel like it is not my vision so much as the camera’s.

thankgod it is august. the last month of summer.