i left work early to wait for the repairperson to come repair the telephone line, which went out
thursday. the secret is that by the time i got home, the repairperson had come, had gone. now i have the afternoon to myself like a warm, secret, extra afternoon.
i think of it like leap day, or like that extra hour when daylight savings time ends & you get to live 1:00 AM a second time.
i am getting paid to sit at home under blankets & to read other peoples' poems with cats sitting on my knees.
recently of a night we've been staying up putting records on: led zeppelin, pink floyd, re-living bean's classic rock phase.
what jeff said about the classic rock phase: i mean, i just can't picture [bean] coming home from school & putting on a record & rocking out to it, you know?
it's a little true. she cultivates a dislike of the electric guitar. i don't buy into the dislike: it can't be. it must be a show, a thing to say.
(i wish someone would bring me chocolates while i sit here in my pink chenille socks.)
(dear prophecy girl, i want to be a rockstar, too.)
