It IS quiet. We haven't heard from quite a few people for a while. I wonder if it's me. Uh oh. I was personally busy trying to figure out why I was never exposed to Howdy Doody. Was I innoculated? Have you seen those naked (and sexy) pictures of Donna Reed? I had a list of a few kernerls of cornography, leftovers, but I went swimming in a beautiful river, with my spiral notebook in my pocket. It came out very artsy. I should really have MJ search me before ANY activities.
We get to go to the mountains this weekend. Oh boy, oh boy, oh boy. I have this feeling it's going to be fun. Cousin Dash invited us. "I have more fun when you two are there." Isn't that nice. We're making red pepper pasta, cilantro couscous, and white bean/mustard viniagrette salad, and packing a box with wine. I'm singing. "What do you think of my singing" I say to MJ. "You're.....impromptu." Pick a giant stem of white lily blossoms and put it in a jar. Pack Graceland and the favorite tapes. Matches for a fire; binocs for planets and blue egrets. Weather report looks good. Thinking the stocks are even ok to leave til Wednesday, unfretted over, for about the first time this year. Norton's coming by to pick up our Solanum pyrenacanthum, a thorny relative of the potato from Madasgar, because it needs water everyday. He's probably the only person in town baby-sitting a Solanum pyrenacanthum over the weekend. (This is good, as it makes a definitive statement I can use on MJ.)
I hope I haven't jinxed the whole thing.
Maybe I'll find a story.
Everybody try and have a nice weekend. Okay?
~ gaugie |
