introspective periscope : peeking inside since Y2K ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i love you most on sunny sundays while we drive in the car playing jazz four days 'til - twenty fifth of august, 2003 "you've got a voice, so talk to yourself."~modest mouse i think we decided to make the house feel a little more like a home, yesterday. after nearly two years of living here, i think its probably about time. we woke up sort of late to the telephone...jason from fargo giving up the wake up call and verifying a meeting for crepes in shadyside. we showered and dressed and let the dog out in the midmorning sunshine and low-humidity air to do her poop thing. we listened to jazz in the car and let the sun bathe our skin as we drove alongside the river and onto on-ramps and off of off-ramps to the other side of the city. the bright light gleamed off of the shiny city skyscraper windows. we agreed that on days like yesterday, it was nice to live in this city, even with shadows of budget crisis for the county looming in the back of our minds...a warning, as we read it, to get out and find someplace else just as sparkly from a distance. cincinatti? (i like the word.) we parked the car in the lower level of the parking garage and made our way out of the din and yellow darkness back into the fresh sunday light and walked the block up walnut street to meet dakota jason in his polyester grandpa pants and belt and too tight tan tee shirt and his longish hair....hair that i've cut before. hair that i've seen in every length. hair that has spanned what is hard to believe has become seven years of friendship. (there is something about hair.) hugs later, we were in line, each of us ordering our own crepe: mixed vegetable for me, which included tomatoes, spinach, and mushrooms...cheese and soytang sauce (a soy sauce and redhot sort of combination)....mixed vegetable with feta and garlic sauce for toby-woo, and salmon and cheese for dakota J-dog. we talked to the background din of other sunday crepe-eaters and the tunes of the flaming lips. we talked books and my newly formed book club and the Don DeLillo book we're reading. we talked music and film. it is always good to see jason k. he makes me happy. he grounds me in a different reality. he is brave and clean and tight-knit. and then he went back to his brother's house for a meeting with his band, Dr. Egg. we browsed pottery barn and sephora and the best little card shop in town, already picking out what will probably be our christmas cards. can you say edward gorey christmas? i can. more jazz on the way home, taking the newly finished fort pitt tunnell out of the city and jockeying for f'n walmart (NEVER NEVER GO ON SUNDAYS has been my creedo, but we needed cat litter.) we were in and out faster than you can say yoplait key lime yogurt. and then, on the way to the grocery store (where we like to buy our vegetables and meat and, food in general, rather than the crappy produce at walmart) we made a strange stop at super k on a whim. and this is when we decided to make our house a home. to make it someplace that feels right. someplace that is all color and texture. someplace that isn't just a box to live in. its about time we got settled in. because for 400 clams a month, this is the place we need to be. this is the place that will make bills be paid faster and allow the extra money to funnel into adventures and business ventures like the catering business. and the occasional cigar. so we picked out our dutch boy shades (although i love martha, i do not love pastel) of circus blue and lemon yellow for the kitchen. and there is a need for a small bit of red, basing it on my rosie the riveter tea towels and hot pads. the kitchen is dying for it. and i feel this urge to just throw so much of so many things i couldn't part with before...to just throw them away. donate what we can. mementos and posters and all sorts of junk that is cluttering our lives. i feel ready to really simplify. we cleaned up the house last night and toby cooked dinner: summer squash with zuccini and roma tomatoes; baked potatoes and sour cream, and delmonico steaks. hagan daaz iced cream for dessert. and the finale of the Resteraunt, all snuggled up in the amber light of our bedroom, the dog curled up beside the bed. this week will be busy with work and there will be no rest for my birthday or the day after...but its labor day weekend coming up and the week will quickly go by.... but for today, i will soak my skin in sunshine and do some laundry and spend the evening with my best friend, cheaply...the best way to have a good time. and then i will pick T up from his late shift and we will go home and curl up in sleep. this is a perfect summer. ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- .what came before. - .what happened next. a diamond at the bottom of the drain - 20 october 2017 |
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