dream a little dream

Today is wretched and tiring. Tomorrow is the same. Only now is peaceful. Now is serene and comforting. Try to find the bliss of now.

Well, I made it. From the way I left things last week, I'd either be run over or out of breath by now. Truthfully, Monday just takes it all out of me. I can't win on Monday. So, I try to put Monday off. I'm doing it right now.

I am getting into this habit now, and it is fun to see myself do something seriously other than marriage, music, & work. Can't believe it's gone on this long. I thought that it would've been over in a couple of weeks, but I can see that I am starting to need you. So take that, but don't run with it. You'll fall, and it's sharp.

One of the things that I always look forward to is the coming of winter. Autumn is only that, nothing more. People will say that they love autumn, and I do too. But let's call it what it is. The anticipation season. Everything about autumn is so up front and obvious. Start putting on more clothes, it's cold. Start harvesting food, your plants are slowly dying. Start cleaning your gutters, there are leaves falling from the trees. If/then. Nothing held back, no punches softened. All the subtle niceties gone. You ARE freezing to death out here. But not me. I can wear my jackets, I can light a fire in the creek, and if it's cold enough, I can slaughter a hog. There is no better time.

Next week, I will tell you about In The Year Of The Pig, and their show this friday with Death Came Down The Mountain and The Curtains Of Night (CD release) at the Local 506.

Can't I?

This job is going to bury me. I can see it already. I've seen it. It happens during the day, right after lunch. Someone texting/driving. They run right through the cones at 45mph and BAM!

Like Emeril might say, after spicing something.

Yeah, I know. Jokes. Ha. It's funny, c'mon. Y'know it's funny. I'm just trying to make light of a back-breaking situation. I. Am. Safe.

I am, really. OSHA and all that. What is it, you might wanna know, that I do for a living? That would cause all this commotion first thing in?

It's up to you to figure it out. If you know me already, then you know.

Enough said of all that. I am settling into a posture that is more relaxing. I need to sit down and tell you what I wanna talk about. But I don't think I can bear it today. Sometime around 12 my will to do much other than breathe fell short.

And as such I leave you. Breathless.

Have at it.

So, it's been awhile. I decided to try to ignore you all, and do what I want with my time. But here I am. And it's monday. And I've tried to ignore that too, and it worked. I can make any day different except for Sunday. Sunday always feels the same.

We dodged hurricanes. For a week, in Florida.

South Beach.

It was a dreamy time. When the sun would go behind a cloud and all the beautiful people on Collins Ave. would shrink up into beautifully hideous ghouls. The 48 yo plastic woman I thought might crack. The mens' boutique owner at 3am with a pile of in the back room. I'M STILL SELLING BELTS! BUSINESS IS GOOD! The europeans, smug with savings in USA. The kids from nearby suburbs with no taste wanting ice cream and cheap looks. The hosts/hostesses that will do just about anything to get you to eat at their tourist hole restaraunt.

The art deco hotels. The cuban food. The beach.

Key West.

We stayed at the Gardens on Angela(Duval/Simonton). They had about 1/4 of the block, all the suites nestled among the local flora. They had tortoises. And a hot tub. And a bar at the pool, hosted by a guy named Billy that served drinks from 2-8 most every day.

And we watched the sunset, and ate more Cuban, and went to see Hemingways' and his cats, and the Truman Complex, and the southernmost brewery in the US at a restaraunt owned by Kelley McGillis. I thought their bad water would knock it dead but, by god, good beer!

And in Florida, no less. They don't drink beer. Not in Miami anyways. The models would swell like so much rice and melt in the humidity. Just plastic parts floating into the catch basin at the end of the street on it's way to the ocean. Whales choking on DD latex. Collagen lips on their way to some Carribean shore.

So, yeah that. And some other stuff. The band is good. I'm jogging.