Wednesday, July 11, 2007
not much going on
Saw Harry Potter and the order of the phoenix this morning (with Bob, Cheese, and my mom), went out to lunch (with Bob and Cheese), mini grocery shopping, and now am home and it is raining. Bob is about to watch some political thing on TV, some guy he doesn't like, so I am upstairs in my studio so I wont have to hear him carry on about it.
I started reading Balzac and the Little Chinese Seamstress, though truth be told, I was more drawn in by the first paragraph of Tuck Everlasting, but I rented Balzac on DVD, and want to read much of it before I watch it, so it gets read before Tuck.
Research, I read about shintoism yesterday, and just started The Compassionate Buddha today. It has concentric circles on the back (like my story does). It will probably take me forever to read, as I am also reading and doing other things.
I still haven't read the library books I took out, actually I still haven't as much as opened them. They are diet, and cooking ones. I have to come up with some sort of idea and plan about what it is I am eating, and what I am cooking, for me and these two I live with. They still wont tell me what they want, they still wont give me a list, at grocery store they say "I don't know, I'm not hungry right now". At home they are forever asking me "what's for, breakfast, lunch, dinner?". I made several things yesterday (spaghetti, turkey burgers, several veg) and they didn't eat any of them (child ended up eating hot dogs, husband ate pretzels). I guess, I will just decide what it is I am doing, and make what I want, and they can get on board, or start being clearer about what the heck it is that they want.
Writing? Of course not. Don't be silly. Just because it is my dream, and greatest ambition to write a book, you don't expect that then I would spend anytime actually writing, do you? Honestly, some people, act that the only way to get something done is to do it.
tic toc tic tock tic
well I did buy more paper
and I watered a vole
and bagged a bunch of beetles
cleaned and organized the pantry, and started on fridge and freezer, watched Bread and Tulips.
and a world of matting and mulching still awaits.
And I saw the twigs left in the ash, just like pieces of bone. And I smelled the overripe earth, full to bursting, lush in the deep wet heat, till it turns and (festers, ferments, molds, mildews? I don't know the right word), decaying in on itself. I saw it all for Mikiyoshi. For him to finish his journey I too must take it, and also make my own, different but the same. I have not forgotten, I have not moved on. We are knee deep together in the trenches of dirt.