So tonite i’m going to make some enchiladas with some guacamole, sour cream and salsa, drink some good red wine and hunker down at 9pm in front of the 75 minute special Six Feet Under series final, where i am sure to keep tissues on hand. i invited my friend Shane over for moral support. i adored this show SO much the last 4 years, relating very much to its raw view, dialogue and characters.
A little bunny is outside in the backyard chewing on clover and grass. i’ve had the laziest Sunday – me and my kitty, Odin kicking around in pajamas, eating breakfast for lunch, laying in the sun coming through the windows and doors and talking on the phone to friends far away who always have such wonderful words of encouragement and great stories to tell.
But let’s see . . . for the remainder of the afternoon until 9pm, i think i should repot my big porch plants in some fresh soil with nutrients for the Autumn, clean that pesky cat box, vacuum, and put that ever-mounting pile of clothes onto hangers.
On Monday, i plan on going to see Jim Jarmusch’s new film, Broken Flowers with my friend Cara. i have a feeling it will hit home for me and well – someone else i used to take in a lot of film with.
And i know there are these insurmountable tasks that need finishing. And i don’t know if a road trip is in order, or if i should register for school this Fall, or what else to do with myself to immerse and collect and reform and reinvent. And i desperately need to create something, take its picture, write it all down.
After all —
everyone’s waiting . . .