I want to take it out behind a middle school and get it pregnant. I was just lamenting last night to Ay that I haven’t been to a single cookout this year, and just now my dad calls me to tell me that he’s loading up the truck with fifty pounts of ground beef, ten chickens, and two hogs*, but that I may need to pick up hot dogs on my way to Saltillo. Along…
Here it is, the middle of April, and suddenly the radiator in my bedroom sounds like it’s being beaten by half a dozen sledgehammer-wielding little people who are pissed off that their jobs are being sent to Singapore. All so some heat can be pumped into my apartment. It’s spring, right? Just checking.
• I woke up yesterday with a brand new grey hair. Funny thing is, I can probably pinpoint the exact moment it sprouted Thursday night. • Our office calendars use the Futurama credit-sequence font for the names of the months. This pleases me to an exceptional degree. • Speaking of calendars, I still don’t have one in the apartment for 2008. I’ve also decided that I need a datebook so I can write down appointments…
It rained all day, but I didn’t mind it too terribly. I just have to remind myself that the more it rains, the greener it gets, and the greener it gets, the happier I seem to be.
The allergies are worth it. I shit you not, I just sneezed while writing that sentence.
It’s pouring down rain now. I’ve got the balcony door open so I can hear it. It’s lovely, really. Rain like this always makes me kind of wistful in a you-know-if-I-had-a-man -who-was-game-and-I-lived-in-a-house-with-a-yard-and- no-hardwood-floors-it-would-be-awesome-to-go-outside-and-make-out-in-the-rain kind of way. I’m sure Hollywood can be blamed for such a pneumonia-inducing thought.
The wind is kicking up outside. The planes are taxiing overhead. It’s loud, all of it. I have always had a fondness for the period between winter and spring, when the bleakness gives way to sudden bursts of color everywhere you look, often before you’re even aware that it’s time to start paying attention again. It never comes easily; it always feels like a series of false starts and a period of painful labor. But…
So, I said I was ready for spring. And I am. But this snow … it’s awesome. I don’t want it to melt. In fact, I’m afraid to go to sleep because when I wake up tomorrow it might be gone. And then we’ll go back to the same bony black trees and dead grass and, gah, if it can’t be white then why can’t it be green already? [More photos here.] *I’m stealing Chris…
I woke up early this morning to the sound of the wind, mad with power, giving hell to the trees out back like some kind of bully saying Stop hitting yourself, stop hitting yourself… I watched through the gap in my blinds long enough to imagine, several times over, what it would be like to see pieces of that big tree crack and start falling to the ground below. It seemed unlikely that the branches…
Storm stuff I totally forgot to mention: • Last night as the wind kicked up and howled around the buildings downtown, we watched with nervousness as the giant plate-glass windows that front our newsroom bent and bowed with every gust. I just kept imagining them flying out of their frames and into the newsroom, crashing into cubicles and giving out concussions. • On the way home, blocks and blocks of Midtown were pitch black without…
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