Tuesday, May 13, 2008

Twelve Days

I am ready to bundle my old clothes and donate them. Then, to paint the walls in the house. I want bright colors. I want to buy a big, glorious couch and sink into it. I want to read Junot Diaz on that couch. I want to host a dinner party and use my new cookware to prepare the meal. Then I want to serve it on my new plates and drink wine from my new glasses. I want Joseph K to be there. Throwing away old t-shirts, dipping his roller into the paint tray, and hovering over me while I saute the chicken. Always.

Friday, May 9, 2008

The Cat Is Stealing Money From Us

Literally. We left some cash on the coffee table in the basement to pay the air conditioning technician. When I came downstairs this morning, I saw that ten dollars was missing. When I went looking for it, I found it underneath a newspaper in the cat's hiding place. I wish I was making this up. And, yes, the cat may very well be able to read, but that is too much to contemplate right now.

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Tonight's Drinking Game

I will drink a quart of vodka every time Hillary utters her bastardized Obama line "Yes she can" during her Indiana victory speech (yes, of course she's going to win Indiana; the only people making it seem dramatic are news channels who have an interest in driving up ratings).

Thursday, May 1, 2008

A Little Woozy, A Little Bluesy

I am sitting at Busboys and Poets, enjoying a mint tea and the sounds of people. A high school student scribbles x's and y's, murmuring equations. A young woman studies anatomy and reads longsounding names from index cards. I sit between them, perpetrating, checking my email and editing an article. I miss being a student. Scratch that. I miss feeling like a student. Feeling like your future is open and unknown, every day an answer to the ever-present question, "What will I do when I grow up?" Damn. I am grown up. So what am I doing?