it’s a wonder what a little sleep can do, occasionally. friday night to saturday i barely slept at all; during the day on saturday i struggled in complete aggravation and sometimes half-sleep because when the neighbors weren’t around, the new puppy baxter was squealing incessantly. which was, however, not as bad as when the neighbors were around, and ‘talking’ at eachother from across the house, walking with hard shoes on the hard wood, constantly disciplining little baxter “NOo.” NOOo.” “NO.” very penetrating.
i awoke in the morning at around six having slept with only a few awakenings – once when the neighbors came in past midnight and sounded like they were jogging up and down the hardwood floor hallway, and of course ‘talking’ at eachother from across the house; once to notice the clock in a really odd place and my body careened in and out of twisted bedsheets.
finally in the morning i awoke to another song in what must have been a good deep dream. hmmmmm…
leanne comes back from cleveland tomorrow. it’s seven pm and still quite light and the birds are still singing in the trees. the fog is rolling back in again, protecting us.
bloopers always cheer me up; i’m going to go watch bloopers.
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ridiculous kites
fading moon; only recently the circle formed a complete and smooth whole; now, a darkness descends over the upper-right corner where the bright face is cut off. no longer a perfect circle, the edges along the broken side soften a bit, as if to lessen the missing blow.
the heat waves were record-setting, as they always are, but at last darkness and some mist comes to cool the fiery sky. the air cuts little paths through the room to me and the moon shows itself undergoing a defeat it seems clearly only it can bear, and mist advances to darken its face; advancing and receding. i think of the grass, how i love that grass, the most recent thing i have loved, under the ridiculous kites.
the beauty of hindsight
things were going allright until then. it had been a beautiful day in san francisco; the kind where you experience both uncanny clarity and baffling mistyness, all in the span of a day. then it ended in the emergency room, and our relationship also suffered.
<understandably — only since i am writing this with the hindsight of seven years (today in 2008 is the day i’m moving all these ancient relics over). ahh, the glorious righteousness of hindsight… ahh.>
her grandma was visiting this weekend and fell on hayes street at laguna. we were on our way to dinner; she was going to take us out, and we were taking her to the symphony. she fell straight over, and broke her fall by breaking her wrist and smashing her face against the pavement. leanne has been every emotion since then, and i asked her how she felt at dinner tonight and i listened to her.
at home, the washing machine was broken with our clothes soaking inside. leanne yelled from the other room ‘just start the spin cycle over.’ more and more frustrated that she wasn’t paying attention to what i was saying, i asked her to come out if she wanted to try to help and look at it and listen to me in actuality instead of just calling annoyed from the other room.
<and then it was a tumult. and another thing about the beauty of hindsight: the delete key!>
Moya Watson 