Thursday, January 12, 2012
As Hank Said, "Tarnation!"
AC repair guys are here redoing a valve and Owen is coming and Waylon is coming and Billy is coming and Lon and Lis and Lulumarie and two other people are coming and I HAVE REHEARSAL tonight and my eyes are still not right and I should be freaking out and I am, a little, but here I am. Just being. Dog fur everywhere in my untidy, dusty, mildewed house.
And Lulumarie's house is so beautiful and always so clean that Lis and I have determined that she must repaint it every other week. There is no other explanation. Blue bottles gleam on her porch, the light coming through them, even nook and cranny in her house is a place of perfect serene beauty. I am NOT KIDDING YOU!
She isn't the sort of woman to judge and I love her for that. Also for the blue bottles. Love, love, love her.
If I don't answer comments- well- please forgive. I don't have much time right now. I intended to make focaccia bread and I might.
Elvis is crowing, "Let US OUT!" and my washing machine and dryer are not in their proper places and I don't know my lines and the sun is shining and it is going to get cold like in the twenties and you know what? It's all okay. I swear to you. It is all okay.
I say that now.
Click on the picture above to go to the original source. I stole it from Hank. Thanks, Hank!
We'll talk later.