These are the hardest days, counting down to the lightless time--the two weeks surrounding the winter solstice. The days are so brutally short up here now—the day is over before it's really begun. i love being this far north in the summer, it suits me just fine that it's light till 9:30 and you can wake to the sound of birds.But this much dark just wears me down. I can barely wait for the solstice, for the turning point. I used to love the long nights for the secrecy that they afforded; I loved being able to sneak around after dark and have nobody see me. I used to lay behind the wisteria in the front yard and watch as people walked by at night, listening to their conversations as they hurried on. Come to think of it, I did that a lot during the day. But night was the best time. People are much less guarded when they think nobody is around to watch them. But I was there, all big eyes and sharp ears and stillness, crouching under the cover of the vines or behind the giant fern where all my treasures were buried.
But now, it's too cold to sit beneath the rhododendrons, and the ground is all wet anyway.
Remind me never to move to Alaska. I'd go batty.
Hosie is my superhero. Sometimes, she'll hold up three fingers where I can see them, over the cubicle wall. When i laugh, she knows I've seen, and she says, "I feel this many."Then i'll hold up three or four or five or sometimes seven fingers up, and say, "I feel this many."
Generally, I feel older than her, but not usually by much.
I wish she ate sugar so I could give her treats, but she doesn't and so i have to get creative.
Speaking of treats, i'm having a couple of See's truffles. heaven!
the bright blessed days, the long sacred nights.—what a beautiful world
outside: brrrrr! I've been bundling up.
doing: pondering girlfriendness
link: Giant Ass Publishing (new Hothead is out!)
dream: the sky broke in half and there were just stars beyond it; i was on an oil rig and there was pink snow falling everywhere. A limbless man was grimacing at me and telling me to concentrate on levitating. "Think about Regan! Regan! Regan!"
