Undestroyed

April 17, again

Things are better, now. Me and Meg had a nice long talk, and this time we weren't tired or cranky, so it went well. I feel a lot better.

So. Other stuff. I finished A Walk in the Woods, and really loved it. Now I'm reading Margaret and I, and liking it rather better than the other books I've read by Wilhelm. I made a stab at mental-health night, but I got bored very quickly with being vegetative (and after talking to Meg I wasn't nearly so twisted-up anymore), so I sent out some stories. I wandered to Logos to buy a book for Marissa. I wrote e-mail. I read poems by Sharon Olds. I made a BLT, but I didn't have any lettuce or tomato, so it was basically a B. With mayonnaise. On potato bread, though, so it was yummy.

Hee. My last couple of entries have had content, but not this one! You knew it couldn't last!

I've had a hankering for Erikah Badu since this weekend, when Holly started singing "You've got to pick your afro daddy, 'cause it's flat on one side." And tonight I saw one of her videos on MTV2 (which is surprisingly cool-- somewhat eclectic, and it actually shows videos). So I might buy some Badu soon.

I keep getting supremely weird ideas for stories. "Professional Ethnics," for example, inspired by a comment M'ris made-- that's a sociological sf piece, which is a good indication that I probably won't write it. I seldom write such things. I also have an idea for a story about a magic goat and an iron wheelbarrow-- did you know only new iron is lucky? Bringing old, rusty iron into the house is bad luck. That's what my new Dictionary of Omens taught me. I should see what it has to say on the subject of goats.

Scott wants to start a vendetta against the increasingly undestroyed house next door. It was gutted by fire last year, and we thought they were going to tear it down-- but no. They're totally rebuilding it. They're putting in a bay window that faces the wall of our house, which is like four feet away. The construction people have put little homemade "No Parking" signs in the parallel spaces out front-- city parking spaces, spaces for which we paid for permits. That rather incenses Scott. They also started running a circular saw at 8:45 Saturday morning-- that incensed me. So we want to commit acts of horrible destruction and vandalism. But I suppose we won't actually. It wouldn't be very wise, being as we live right next door. But it's tempting. People work on the place all the time, and it's still basically a shell with a pile of shattered lumber piled out front. Ah, well. We suffer inconveniences. Such is life.

Hmm. That's enough rambling. Mostly I just wanted to say things are better now than they were when I posted the last entry. So I guess I could have stopped after the first paragraph. Ah, well. Tra la.