purple haze
view after lightning strike:
I’ve been helping Sarah pack up the last few days for our move to a new apartment building down from where we are living now. Quite frankly, I just don’t understand. I thought the average person was like me—when moving… throw everything away except for what you would be able to carry in the event of a nuclear attack. I don’t still have a skirt that I wore my Sophomore year in High School. My Sam’s Club membership that expired in 1999, well, I let that paperwork sink into the dumpster—Oh—in 1999. When the National Honors Society pin rusted, I tossed it, along with my Mother’s dreams of me becoming a lawyer. Of course I have 60 to 70,000 boxes of books, but that’s another situation altogether. Anyway, it’s been an adventure.
I haven’t had much opportunity to spend time with Apollonia and (to be egg-hatcher) Michael Corleone.
It rained on Sunday night, finally. We needed it. The raindrops were fat, as you can tell from the light reflection in the photo. Tomorrow, if people set off fireworks—they can be charged with a felony. Yikes.
If you haven’t yet already, check out Sarah T’s poems on SOFTBLOW. They're fantab. And should kick anyone's poet ass in gear!
And now, I have to get back to painting a few canvases for the new living room. I love decorating. Nothing better than a blank wall. Or page, for that matter.
I’ve been helping Sarah pack up the last few days for our move to a new apartment building down from where we are living now. Quite frankly, I just don’t understand. I thought the average person was like me—when moving… throw everything away except for what you would be able to carry in the event of a nuclear attack. I don’t still have a skirt that I wore my Sophomore year in High School. My Sam’s Club membership that expired in 1999, well, I let that paperwork sink into the dumpster—Oh—in 1999. When the National Honors Society pin rusted, I tossed it, along with my Mother’s dreams of me becoming a lawyer. Of course I have 60 to 70,000 boxes of books, but that’s another situation altogether. Anyway, it’s been an adventure.
I haven’t had much opportunity to spend time with Apollonia and (to be egg-hatcher) Michael Corleone.
It rained on Sunday night, finally. We needed it. The raindrops were fat, as you can tell from the light reflection in the photo. Tomorrow, if people set off fireworks—they can be charged with a felony. Yikes.
If you haven’t yet already, check out Sarah T’s poems on SOFTBLOW. They're fantab. And should kick anyone's poet ass in gear!
And now, I have to get back to painting a few canvases for the new living room. I love decorating. Nothing better than a blank wall. Or page, for that matter.
posted by jessica at 6:06 PM
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okay. now a post with the proper spelling. i love the porch shot, and the one with the alien rain drops. re: moving. i keep everything.i still have a birthday card from when i turned "1".
Jessica, I'm glad you like the poems! I gave Craig my thesis manuscript yesterday, so it should be interesting to see what else he wants me to do. Good luck with the moving. Oh, and happy 4th!
i'd like to see a pic of your paintings.
I love your description of packing. I try to throw things out, but there's always that hesitation . . . I mean the book on levitation that says anyone can do it. Or the grade school poems where I use the word, frolicsome.
And purpley.
Now I want to see the painting!
Kelly and Nin--- I would love to show a picture of the painting, but the paint before the picture is much much much more interesting!!! I'm a terrible painter. :) But maybe after a few cocktails some weekend I'll post one in a fit of courage and someone will see it before I wake up the next morning and quickly delete the post!!
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