Keep it Simple, Stupid
I drove in yesterday afternoon after an amazing
conversation/walk/coffee bit Wednesday night. My dress fits and
life is good. But yes... I drove into my parents' town yesterday
afternoon to find only my brother at home. He didn't know I was
coming. I watched as much Buffy (i.e. half an episode) as I ever
have in my life, and I was amused. Tried on some *gasp* make-up
and felt a bit like a raccoon, but, given time, I could get used to
it.
There's television here, and that's always interesting. *Free* washer
and dryer and *free* food are also pretty cool. And sitting here
with my mom's laptop, typing languidly away while my mom sits across
from me in her rocking chair, reading /The Gnostic Gospels,/ well,
sometimes I miss it here. The cicadas are chirping all the time,
and the trees are just so verdant and abundant. It's a mixed
mecca - good family but strange, disjointed memories and culture -
young people my beloved works with who fit the Beavercreek mold of fun
but generally uninspired and unmotivated. It puts me ill-at-ease
but I'm growing to accept and almost envy it, this lackadaise, this
comfort zone. Franco Zeferelli and Donovan came together as the
biggest romantic cheeseballs to immortalize St. Francis of Assisi - "Do
few things but do them well. Simple joys are holy."
That's all I have for now. My beloved, me mum, and I will be off
to Steak and Shake in a few to meet my brother for lunch. Then
I'll *actually* get a haircut and we'll head to Michael's to peruse
wedding favor junk. I should be more worried or involved than I
am, but this morning, this day, I don't think I'm going to much care.
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