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This is what it could look like when one completely deconstructs a life as one knows it, and how to build from the ground up. Alternatively, this is a fresh look at an old story. The fine art of falling apart.

on the reservation

I'm visiting my sort of childhood home, for the holidays. We haven't done the whole turkey thing yet, I think that is tomorrow. But since I've been here, we've already had a crab dinner and they are in the process of making some other kind of big dinner thing. All Ifrom the kitchen is: "Do I put water in this bowl before adding the powder?", and "No, no, you add the powder first then put in the water, and you need to check that beef to make sure it's not being over-cooked!" Two bickering people in there, it's a comforting sound.

Meanwhile, I've been sneaking outside for cigarettes (due to the no smoking policy in the house) and downloading tracks I am pretty sure I do not have already in my music folder from the Matthew Good site. You should go see, there's commentary and free goodies like music.
http://www.matthewgood.org/

Marble is here. He goes clicking across the room on his too long fingernails and grunts and groans when he has to get up for a drink of water or to follow me around. Buckley just hangs out with me, or runs around the house because of all the room. Of course, he'd be comfortable here, since he spent the first 8 months of his life in this house.

I may get together with an old school friend for coffee at some point but I'm not really sure yet. I fell asleep to the sound of rain on the leaves last night, with both Marble and Buckley crowding me. I was going to originally stay for a few days next week, but now I'm rethinking that idea.

I don't really know why. But I do kind of feel like I'm about 12 right now.

Smoke time.
Chao.

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  • Blogger mmmontserrat says so:
    Thursday, October 11, 2007 1:05:00 AM  

    I wish our Thanksgiving was in October. It would make the whole thing so much easier and less connected to Christmas.

    The way we have it, it's like the long endless slide into Christmas from Thanksgiving. top