Chisme

Surprises are growing more and more welcome in my eyes.
The conglomerate grits fell on to the wooden floors and came back with a raisin.
I woke up twice. The first time I was called, "pugnacious". The second time I found leftover wine with a dead fly not swimming in it but wading, or "waiting", if that's what your religion might tell you about a bath with the juice of your vice. (alcohol, not grapes). Or I don't know maybe grapes are your vice.

Also, the third time I woke up I was in a sun bath (all of the baths happen but not often the washing kind) in the bed of my hammock and not the bed of my bed. But this time I was all the more truculent.
What I mean is ironically, I am going to fight these feelings of combativeness.


Thank you Todd for I Always Look up the Word"egregious"
Its exactly the kind of book I like to pick up and read and forget what I could have tried to learn.

Some of the mails I have been receiving
well
and some I have not been receiving
at all
and others I have not been receiving
so well.


John Kretlow left the letter he wrote me in Montreal so I got a email urging placidity in response to the fact that my mail will be coming from gasp CANADA.
And god forbid.
And godspeed.
I got the one from Christa which confirms we are living parallel lives. Literally. Not just literal because its in writing now too, but also because we are on parallel coasts. Its figuratively parallel because we are both finding ourselves in the midst of uncanny bouts of adulthood i.e. she has a major cut with stitches and I have what might be a 3rd degree burn. Both self inflicted. Well she inflicted hers. I didn't inflict hers, myself.

So now I covered the one that hasn't been received, the one that has been well received and so we are left with the third. I'd rather not.

Remember earlier when I was in love with surprises. Here is one. Last night I thought Jon was doing a horrendous job at writing my acrostic. However this morning after the third wake I found this clever little declaration on my very own first piece of furniture as my own woman, my kitchen table.







S cientific
A rmy
B ully
R ingworm
I insensitive
N ieve

A ntonymns----^


and because I fancy things that happen congruently (aka meanwhile)
this was also on the same sheet
My groceries
eggs (many), flour (a bag), milk (1/2 gal.), oats (many), raisins (many), potatoes (a few), olive oil (a bottle)

I am currently avoiding the picking and choosing task of separating my comics of November into a booklet. I have so far validated only 15.
=(

Maybe I should not make a booklet until I combine with those from December? I imagine I will be doing quite a bit many in Texas. I mean that as I will have much of nothing to do and not that there will be MY GOSH SOooooo much to document.

I really want to make a road trip to Austin when I get back but I just don't know if I can. I think I should make the time but my family gets extremely jealous. (What my brain is really saying here: P.Terry's burger, fries, and banilla shake. Extra ketchup please.)

where have I been??

Recently, I love this from David: