i just wished sylvia a happy saint's day & now i am wishing that i had taken a confirmation name so that i could have a saint's day. so bean's mom could give me little trinkets for it: a holy card or a medal.
it is not-quite-the-end of what feels like a very long day. it feels so long because of the incessant, oppressive rain outside, through which i slogged this way & that so i could go tuesdaying at magnolia's, so i could go voting at the rec center, so i could go home.
the day feels long in that lingering way. when i think of the six+ hours i spent at the clinic today i can't scrape together enough motivation to wake up early tomorrow for another day of it. i will do it with both eyes secretly trained upon thursday when i can wake up early, work on the neruda, & sneak back into bed, all before 9.00.
i've said the vinegar let me say the honey
the honey. this can of coke | these candles burning | the new records: hope sandoval; bingo trappers; the extra glenns; the new mountain goats, on 4ad, which shouldn't fit & does | reading the personals ads with mischka this afternoon with our backs to the rain | the full-spectrum light in the glam living room. i want to live in the GLR under the full-spectrum light all day long | the smells out of my kitchen: rosemary, sage, chipotle, a million different kinds of roots, roasting: lighting up the bright kitchen.
last night jojo called: i told him all my horrible recent dreams. he expressed proper aghast-ness. after we hung up my parents called to remind me to vote (!). my father told me he didn't want me spending much money for christmas, really he'd just like me to copy him a big stack of cds. "we don't have any bluegrass music," he said. they have no television at the cabin & want to listen more to the stereo.
me i have had music on all evening. now i am going to sit under the full spectrum light in the glam living room, with the tv on mute so i can watch the election trickle its way in.
it is still raining out.
