Parallax conjunctions of the soul often carry waste as well as water.
Just thought I'd mention it. More on this later.
Friday, December 19, 2008
Thursday, December 11, 2008
Bowls from Bowls
Well, my sister Martha left. That was Thanksgiving. The TV can cool down now. I know it's been a while, and I don't want to make this weblog about complaining, but just today, and that's it, then I get to the constructive stuff. It's - well Martha tries, I really think she does, but then maybe that's because my job in the family was always to kind of go around explaining after her to protect her from the hostilities she made everywhere she went. If it'd turn out she hadn't even been trying for some semblance of cooperation all this time, then I'd be pissed!
Her trouble is she's mean. She's mean because she's mad. She's mad because of the way she thinks. She thinks the way she does because she's mean. That's what wraps it up like that snake that eats its own tail. Not much I can do but it's gotten worse. When she came for Thanksgiving, she kept scrambling for fights, so we just let her watch TV and tried not to get her irked by talking about anything. She likes the medical dramas. No wonder she's so anxious. Who ever knew so many things could go wrong. And everybody knows in real life you'd never get a whole team trying to figure out what's wrong with you, so you're screwed, in that world anyway. I like the comedies myself.
Like I said, the TV's cooling off now.
Selma Rae's making ceramic bowls for everybody for Christmas, and they're gonna be beautiful. She flattens the clay then lays it over an upside down bowl to make the shape, then when they're half dry she turns 'em over and paints on some glazes and takes it over to Pete's up the hill - he lets her use her kiln which Pete says is supposed to be pronounced, "kill" but I think that's just somebody's illiteracy spreading. Kiln. Super hot oven and those bowls come out like prizes. I like that she makes bowls from bowls. This year's first batch oughta be done by Sunday. I hope I get one (hint - hint).
MM
Her trouble is she's mean. She's mean because she's mad. She's mad because of the way she thinks. She thinks the way she does because she's mean. That's what wraps it up like that snake that eats its own tail. Not much I can do but it's gotten worse. When she came for Thanksgiving, she kept scrambling for fights, so we just let her watch TV and tried not to get her irked by talking about anything. She likes the medical dramas. No wonder she's so anxious. Who ever knew so many things could go wrong. And everybody knows in real life you'd never get a whole team trying to figure out what's wrong with you, so you're screwed, in that world anyway. I like the comedies myself.
Like I said, the TV's cooling off now.
Selma Rae's making ceramic bowls for everybody for Christmas, and they're gonna be beautiful. She flattens the clay then lays it over an upside down bowl to make the shape, then when they're half dry she turns 'em over and paints on some glazes and takes it over to Pete's up the hill - he lets her use her kiln which Pete says is supposed to be pronounced, "kill" but I think that's just somebody's illiteracy spreading. Kiln. Super hot oven and those bowls come out like prizes. I like that she makes bowls from bowls. This year's first batch oughta be done by Sunday. I hope I get one (hint - hint).
MM
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Gut Level Messages
The gate falls shut at inopportune times, usually. There was the Thanksgiving picnic where we were running relay races, the back and forth kind. Me and Luke were on one team, and Selma Rae, Childress and my sister Martha were on the other. The start line was the bottom step of the porch and the turnaround point was the peanut patch about fifteen feet outside the gate, which was hanging open. Thanks to my procrastination we had a good race course there.
Me and Luke were winning by half a lap, Childress likes to run alongside and bark at whoever's running, and right when the gate was starting to swing shut from God knows what, Childress noticed it and leapt right over that gate with such graceful flight Luke stopped in his tracks. We all did, but what mattered most was Luke did because where he was on the course was just about at the gate. Because of Childress' fascinating levitation and awe inspiring springing up, Luke stopped just in time to not get slammed in the belly by the gate and especially its most prominent feature, the metal mailbox.
Childress' coat so shiny in the afternoon sun was sheeny with a magical light that made everything go slow motion, including the part where Luke looked down to the mailbox, inches away from his middle and laugh with relief, touching his shirt to see if it got singed from the near friction, and the moment stayed slow motion suddenly speeding fast when I saw that look on Selma Rae's face - happy then remembering her cause and yelling, "we need a reliable gate!"
But to me it's a kind of a come-see come-saw thing now - since it was a good thing I hadn't fixed it, maybe I shouldn't, except I write this from the couch because Selma Rae's saying I should know when my luck is up and just do what I'm supposed to, which is to fix the gate. Good thing Martha's going back to Sac'to soon.
MM
Me and Luke were winning by half a lap, Childress likes to run alongside and bark at whoever's running, and right when the gate was starting to swing shut from God knows what, Childress noticed it and leapt right over that gate with such graceful flight Luke stopped in his tracks. We all did, but what mattered most was Luke did because where he was on the course was just about at the gate. Because of Childress' fascinating levitation and awe inspiring springing up, Luke stopped just in time to not get slammed in the belly by the gate and especially its most prominent feature, the metal mailbox.
Childress' coat so shiny in the afternoon sun was sheeny with a magical light that made everything go slow motion, including the part where Luke looked down to the mailbox, inches away from his middle and laugh with relief, touching his shirt to see if it got singed from the near friction, and the moment stayed slow motion suddenly speeding fast when I saw that look on Selma Rae's face - happy then remembering her cause and yelling, "we need a reliable gate!"
But to me it's a kind of a come-see come-saw thing now - since it was a good thing I hadn't fixed it, maybe I shouldn't, except I write this from the couch because Selma Rae's saying I should know when my luck is up and just do what I'm supposed to, which is to fix the gate. Good thing Martha's going back to Sac'to soon.
MM
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