My Lord. Every day it gets more beautiful. I keep thinking I'll take more pictures. Then I think, shit, everyone has seen all of these pictures. Wisteria? Check. Dogwoods? Check. Crazy bamboo? Check.
Then I think about Pioneer Woman. She posts the same pictures over and over and over again. Of a Beagle. And cows. And her husband's ass.
Whatever. I need to let go and let god as concerns Pioneer Woman.
So yeah, it's a beautiful morning and I don't have a thing on my mind except to go take the trash and maybe go to Monticello because I need to sign something at the bank there for the Stage Company. I would like it if Jessie and Lily and Owen came with me. We could have lunch and shop at the thrift store. I need to talk to them. Jessie spent the night over at Lily's. I slept like a demon last night after reading in bed for awhile.
I am trying to finish up a book I've been reading for about fourteen years now. Not really.
The Stranger's Child by Alan Hollinghurst.
It's got a very long cast of characters and goes from one generation to another and I usually just REFUSE to read books that require so much memory work on my part but it's rather delightfully written so I am making the effort and last night I told Mr. Moon that I was going to finish that book, dammit, I only had ninety more pages to go, and he said, "Tonight?"
No. No, I reassured him. Just...soon.
Soon. The baby will be here soon. I will finish that book soon. It's all relative.
When Jessie and I went to the branch library yesterday a guy was working there who used to work at the downtown library. I knew I hadn't seen him in awhile so I said, "Did they move you over here from the main library?"
He said, "I've been gone for five years."
He swears he's been gone for five years. Swears. To Australia and Oregon and other places.
I thought he'd been gone for like six months.
I am not sure I believe him. I think maybe he was fucking with me. But really- why would he do that?
My mind is still boggling. I feel like Rumplefuckingstiltskin.
All right. Here's some more dogwoods. And a very, very old and beautiful oak tree. In my front yard.
Gotta go take the trash.
Happy Friday, y'all.