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October 19, 2002
Buckets of Rain
I like it when it rains at our house. The air conditioning unit in our bedroom pokes far out the window and when big drops of rain hit it, it sounds like little firecrackers. Doesn’t sound very soothing, but it is. There’s only one window, so when it’s gray outside it’s very cavelike inside. I could sleep the day away, muddled up in soft sheets that smell like lavender (courtesy of a very thoughtful gift from neighbor/friend/bad apple Sarah), listening to the rain attack our house.
But this morning, despite the coziness and rain, I couldn’t wait to get out of bed. Jacob wasn’t there, which is unusual. And then suddenly he was! Leaning over my shoulder, whispering, “tacos… I brought you tacos.” I ask you, has any girl ever had a better boy? (Answer: no. never.)
All of this should make me happy and light and lazy, but I feel rushed today, with a million things to do. All good things, Spirited Away with friends, maybe finding some time to sneak into the darkroom and get some printing done, an anniversary party, a Keith Carter opening and later on the Stitches and Demolition Doll Rods at 710, and I’m excited about every last one of them. But so much to do! Must prepare ! A perfect Saturday. Roxy Music is playing in the living room and I have to go make guacamole for the party.
Posted by pogo at October 19, 2002 12:55 PM
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