Bjork’s music always makes me want to crawl across the floor in languorous seduction.
courtesy of a little birthday money, i went to vespucci’s for lunch and sat under the shade tree and read my book. it was pleasantly warm, and i was pleased to watch the birds, unafraid of humans, hopping around picking up leftovers. the only thing spoiling my perfect moment was an overly-loud woman on a cell phone.
but while i was not reading and successfully ignoring rude people, i was pondering. i’ve recently become smitten with the writting style of a certain firesmithand i’m envious of the way that he tells a story. i shouldn’t be, everyone has their own style. mine is often disjointed and flighty, much like me. then again, i think he has more practice.
which got me to thinking about his latest post about Jackie, and suddenly i felt that maybe i’m not really a good mother. i have a temper, and sometimes i forget to count to ten. sometimes i snap at them because of their insecent whining. sometimes i lock myself in the bathroom and cry because i just don’t know how to deal with the little things without screaming. my life is not an unhappy one, and i have everything that is important. still, i am prone to waves of melencholy when i ponder all of the things that i cannot fix. i worry about my loved ones, and wish that i could help them. then i realize that i’m already doing the best i can to help them by taking care of me.
but anyway… enough about that.
Pain got an email recently from someone starting a new con to replace the now debunked Fantasm, called Frolicon, inviting him to be in their art show. i told him he better do it or i’ll kick his ass. i guess this means that some of the photos of me will be at a public showing. i know some of the ones that he’s done are up at The Hole in Chattanooga, but that makes me nervous.
Current Mood: introspective