It's another day I definitely need to get out of the hood. Everything around me seems to be falling apart and dirty and dusty and spider-webbed and junky and in need of paint, repair, cleaning, weeding, culling, and/or attending to in some way and that's a sign to me that I am in a bit of a mental crash. Not that all of those things aren't true, it's just that when they get so overwhelming to me that it makes me cry, I need to step back and try to figure out what all is going on in my brain which is as big a mess as the stuff around me, probably even more so.
Luckily, Lily has plans to take the boys to get their hair cut and I'm going with them which means I'll get to see not only all of them but also, Melissa which is a blessing. I'm going to take her some eggs. My sweeties gave me seven eggs yesterday. SEVEN!
My favorite of all the new ones is Nicey's which is so dark cocoa brown. Just a lovely egg.
But. Back to haircuts. Gibson says he's going to get his rat tail cut off but Owen refuses to entertain the thought of getting his removed. It's about halfway down his back now. His own little freak flag, his own statement of self.
I am proud of them both. Gibson for getting his cut despite what big brother does and Owen for not getting his cut, despite what society does.
Then we're going to Japanica and probably the Goodwill bookstore and then Costco and Publix and then I'll come home and get to work in the library again, I suppose.
Ay-yi. And Lah-di-dah. Let's smooth it out. Let's shake the bad dreams and the mind clutter. Let's order the tofu Bento box and drink the miso soup. Let's deal with things one book, one album, one cobweb at a time.
And so forth.
Happy Friday or as reasonable a facsimile as you can manage.