And today the mood has passed and of course there were dreams of houses, always, always houses and also a dream of Maurice where she followed me everywhere, even to the dentist and I do have to go to the dentist this morning, the regular one to get my teeth cleaned and I need so badly to call the other dentist and make an appointment to start the process of getting an implant and I thought I could do fine with just that hole in my head but no, it bugs me to no end and I'm stalling, stalling, stalling.
I do this.
The dentist today and a few errands, boys coming this afternoon, and then Jessie and Vergil are coming tomorrow and then Friday a big celebration for Mr. Moon's birthday and who knows for the weekend and for someone who has no life, I am busy.
Maurice. That cat. She lost her mind a little while ago and batted a plastic ball the boys left outside that has a rattle in it and then she turned and ran through the backyard as if the hounds from hell were on her tiny feet and she raced to the ends of the earth and back and she'll probably sleep half the day away in between hunting squirrels and observing chickens and eating food and no wonder people call their cats familiars. That is how I do it too- frantic movement overtaken by lassitude and hunger.
Life is so simple, so complex, we have to run to keep up but with what? Everything.
And then we realize that the earth turns without us if we let it and oh, how I do not want anyone's hands in my mouth today but that, too, is life, and now I must hurry or be late.