My dog is shorn
Can anyone guess where we will land in two months? Or would anyone care to make a prediction? Can it be a free prediction? I am close to sending in my husband's hard-earned bucks to an online horoscope outfit but I'd like to exhaust my complimentary options first.
At this point, for the first time in our lovely years together, my partner and I are at an absolute loss as to our destination. It seems that, sometimes, an abundance of opportunity makes the stew a little too rich, though it is remarkably palatable.
As my husband toils through misery and strife at the tail end of an almost unconscionable contract, pinning down the stray pieces of digital hair on a soon-to-be-released beast, I am at home, admiring the view and restraining myself from committing to any course of action. Of course, I could easily commit to things that are not related to my husband's professional course, like cleaning the house, or finishing my new story about a red-headed whore who fails miserably in her career but retains her position because she is willing to get into any position to please the body behind the hand who signs her contracts. Did I say whore? I meant, manager. I could paint a lovely picture of the admirable view, or complete the illustrations for a story for my charming and perfect niece called Vivi's Wonder World. There is really so much to do.
But here I am, checking emails, reading the New Yorker and petting my newly shorn doggie. She is ready for her trip home after a groom that cost more than my last three haircuts. She looks svelte and she knows it.
If anyone knows where we should go, please do let us know. I may have to resort to pinning the donkey tail on our world map. To make it fair, I will drink a heavy amount of gin prior to that exercise. I am too familiar with the placement of California, having gently touched the pink state of my home, with some melancholy, again and again since I have returned from India. Would anyone like to play pin the tail of jackass on your next home with me? Does that carry good tidings or not?
At this point, for the first time in our lovely years together, my partner and I are at an absolute loss as to our destination. It seems that, sometimes, an abundance of opportunity makes the stew a little too rich, though it is remarkably palatable.
As my husband toils through misery and strife at the tail end of an almost unconscionable contract, pinning down the stray pieces of digital hair on a soon-to-be-released beast, I am at home, admiring the view and restraining myself from committing to any course of action. Of course, I could easily commit to things that are not related to my husband's professional course, like cleaning the house, or finishing my new story about a red-headed whore who fails miserably in her career but retains her position because she is willing to get into any position to please the body behind the hand who signs her contracts. Did I say whore? I meant, manager. I could paint a lovely picture of the admirable view, or complete the illustrations for a story for my charming and perfect niece called Vivi's Wonder World. There is really so much to do.
But here I am, checking emails, reading the New Yorker and petting my newly shorn doggie. She is ready for her trip home after a groom that cost more than my last three haircuts. She looks svelte and she knows it.
If anyone knows where we should go, please do let us know. I may have to resort to pinning the donkey tail on our world map. To make it fair, I will drink a heavy amount of gin prior to that exercise. I am too familiar with the placement of California, having gently touched the pink state of my home, with some melancholy, again and again since I have returned from India. Would anyone like to play pin the tail of jackass on your next home with me? Does that carry good tidings or not?
posted by your friend at Tuesday, November 08, 2005
2 Comments:
Though I'm thoroughly unaware of the identity of b-muse, I certainly hope I'm pleasantly surprised of his/her identity come the wane of peak winter. Lo, to not tap into the ongoings of our perplexed Unidentified Female in some time, I would be remiss (and modestly guilty of an un-reading of her tales) to leave her with any other choice than that which has beseeched her and spouse for some time.
Oh, you know.
Glad you're drinking gin these days. Keep it up if you'd like to join the normulkind here.
I swear not to promise to tap in anytime soon...
You asked for advice --something I am great at! I have read your blog all these months with a mix of amazement, amusement, and jealousy. So, I will advise you through my cash strapped, mortgage-bound, 70 hour work week goggles. If you don't know where to go or what to do and have the means -- go travel together!!! Drive Hwy 80 coast to coast across the country writing an offbeat travel book. Include Hwy 66 as part of it. or go buy an around the world plane ticket and see it all. Buy an Airstream and run it into the ground on this continent.
Where to settle? It seems clear that Cali and the ocean are calling you. I would entice you out here but I'm not sure y'all would like it -- a little too cow town and dry. Too much to make fun of your head would explode and may not keep your interest(s) long enough.
Alright. that's all i got. see youse (spanglish for y'all).
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