Two Bits
I need a shave and a haircut. One of my office buddies made a comment that has me thinking I'm on the road to Mulletville. And that my friends, is a place we will never go.
My trip to Virginia was fantastic. I feel like I've been gone a month. I don't know if it was the extra unexpected day or just because I'm getting practiced at not trying to push time in any direction. As soon as you start fighting the hands of the clock you get what you don't want. Even my pugglies look brand new.
Driving around all these cities I've never had to pronounce before I start to recognize locations and landmarks. In Portsmouth I can almost always tell which direction the apartment building is in, and the damn thing is tall enough to see for miles.
The next few months are going to be busy for me. A lot of movement. I need to clean my apartment of pet hair and old possessions. I'm in the mood now where I can purge and donate and discard without feeling that weird material guilt. I'm ready for it all to be gone. The less I have the less I have to haul down flights of stairs and across the country. It's good incentive.
There's a new notebook in my life. If you robbed a shaggy-haired boy with black glasses and a green messenger bag you'd find it contains three different notebooks. The newest one my VDay Sweety gave to me. It's black and classic and it's ancestors served Picasso and Hemingway. The pages are unlined and off-white and slowly becoming filled with creative ideas based on the life and times of your humble narrator. It's The Comic Notebook. Even if a comic never happens, writing is an end in itself.
I'm wanting my dad and his wife to visit. Don't take this the wrong way, brother, but I'm kind of hoping you aren't working so you can come too. heh It feels like spending time with the three of them would be therapeutic. I don't know what needs therapy though. Mebbe just some family time. My parents are very calming.
Okay, I think I'm gonna get some lunch. Adios.
- David
Let me help you outta yo chair, grandma!
My trip to Virginia was fantastic. I feel like I've been gone a month. I don't know if it was the extra unexpected day or just because I'm getting practiced at not trying to push time in any direction. As soon as you start fighting the hands of the clock you get what you don't want. Even my pugglies look brand new.
Driving around all these cities I've never had to pronounce before I start to recognize locations and landmarks. In Portsmouth I can almost always tell which direction the apartment building is in, and the damn thing is tall enough to see for miles.
The next few months are going to be busy for me. A lot of movement. I need to clean my apartment of pet hair and old possessions. I'm in the mood now where I can purge and donate and discard without feeling that weird material guilt. I'm ready for it all to be gone. The less I have the less I have to haul down flights of stairs and across the country. It's good incentive.
There's a new notebook in my life. If you robbed a shaggy-haired boy with black glasses and a green messenger bag you'd find it contains three different notebooks. The newest one my VDay Sweety gave to me. It's black and classic and it's ancestors served Picasso and Hemingway. The pages are unlined and off-white and slowly becoming filled with creative ideas based on the life and times of your humble narrator. It's The Comic Notebook. Even if a comic never happens, writing is an end in itself.
I'm wanting my dad and his wife to visit. Don't take this the wrong way, brother, but I'm kind of hoping you aren't working so you can come too. heh It feels like spending time with the three of them would be therapeutic. I don't know what needs therapy though. Mebbe just some family time. My parents are very calming.
Okay, I think I'm gonna get some lunch. Adios.
- David
Let me help you outta yo chair, grandma!
posted by BuddhaDave at
2:14 PM
1 Comments:
Gramma, you've been away for too long.
<3
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