i meant to write a...
i meant to write a wee post the other day. and then i started this one but was interrupted. and now i can't remember what i was going to write.
a summary of the last few days...
killed a possum with the car which made me blue. my wee mother repaired my 1920s singer sewing machine which made me unblue. well. unbluish. the wind picked up. the wind died down. the frost appeared on window glass. moss turned green after the recent rains. ricked a small amount of wood for father. was hugged by sister. packed books in boxes. swayed to the ipod under the bare bulb of my great-grandmother's lamp. the one with the rococo scene of the courting couple. looks like a fragonard rip-off. but it's sweet. had some hot baths. stayed in the water until my hands turned prune-y and the water cool. read some poems i wrote in iowa. cringed at them. ate hazelnuts in bed. listened to a storm raging outside. tomorrow i'll go to a party and pretend to be happy about the tallying of another year gone.
to bed.
oh and here's a camera obscura song. twee but quite pretty nonetheless.
