Guess I'll be posting more often now. Naked.
Once upon a time I was writing a book called, "Just Another Love Letter", about angels behaving badly. Now I just quietly ask myself each day, "What the hell am I doing?"
My friends always knew I was going to hell. My only hope is that God likes good jokes and bad redheads.
So I was going to come back with a Really Good Post about Rockygrass.
But I'm not managing it today. Maybe tomorrow.
I'm hoping this lame post will shame my right brain into working again. It sputtered to life briefly when I was nowhere near a notebook (Note to self: buy waterproof notebook), but sitting in front of a screen seems to make it curl up and hide behind my medulla oblongata.
Ten Things I Did This Summer
Got spanked by a saint.
Defended the heart of a cadaver from someone who didn't seem to give a fuck.
Change my 'major' back and forth three times.
Got another A.
Danced with a chick with dreds down to her calves.
Got my heart broken by a cottontail.
Got my first library card in 30 years (OMG! Did you know they still let you take books home? For free!?).
Toured a tea factory and bought my weight in tea for practically nothing.
Got hit by deja vu when I made fast friends with a couple who have a daughter named Alia and are moving from Colorado to the PNW. GAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!!!
Create a possibly genetically stable cross between Gray Dwarf Sweet and Green Arrow peas, AND made the cross heat-and-drought-resistant. Next summer will tell.
Ten Things I Did Not Do This Summer
Write a post.
Finish a quilt.
Finish the novel.
Start a new novel (though it's in there! It's in there!).
Learn to draw trees.
Leave the state.
Talk to Tim O'Brien again. (though I did meet Bela Fleck. Woot!).
Successfully give up coffee. I can't. I'll just die younger instead. It's worth the trade-off.
Save a life.
Write a decent poem. (Or an indecent one. Just a so-so one).