October 4, 2005 Wanted: Phil's Cocked Eyebrow

It's October. Where's the fall weather? I don't know. I've been planting viburnums along my new fence. I can't wait until they grow huge and tall. It feels good to plant something, even though digging the holes was a bitch because of all of the roots. A History of Violence was pretty good. I had to hide my eyes a lot and felt a little sick, though the latter could have stemmed more from my over-consumption of Snickers Pop'ables than the actual guts and gore. I think I am becoming less sophisticated with every passing day, because while my viewing companion analyzed it as a kind of parable about the American dream, all I could do was think, boy, Maria Bello and Viggo sure had some hot sex. The miracle kitty has been coming out from under the bed a little more lately, even jumping onto it last night when only I was in it. (She's usually a lot braver about it when my boyfriend is present.) She snuggled up to my side and I dared not move or breathe too loudly and disturb her. At other times, it's still totally clear that she hates me. She's funny. My aunt's test results came back okay, and she's out of the hospital. But every time I talk to her, she just sounds a little weird. Definitely weak and a little out of it. She's so driven to take care of her school and her students. I think she feels like her neighborhood is being ignored and keeps telling me that the school is what started the neighborhood, and she's right. She says, "The neighborhood will rebuild around us." She is only one person. She believes that somehow this neighborhood will rise again. Thankfully, much of the school is made of cinderblocks and will not have to be completely bulldozed. I don't even know what to say. I have clothes I need to hang up and a book I need to read for class, but all I really want to do is lie prostrate and watch The Amazing Race. And now for a few pictures: the v-is-for-vagina cookies I made for my Eve Ensler presentation and, upon popular demand, one gray miracle kitty. ::: About this time in ... 2004 10/4: I was like, is this a school auction or the street corner? What? These were not the mothers of yesteryear. 10/1: As jealous and inferior as I somehow feel in terms of my friends' homes, their homes are just not me. 2003 10/3: Today I got an email from Ellen Emerson White her own self. get notified. journal archives © Copyright 2005 elb

I bought one of Jette's shirts. Don't you want to? Colleen's wish lists for kids displaced by Hurricane Katrina: games and books. Thanks, Colleen.