...I'd like to talk about sunshine, this sunshine we're in the middle of, and how it makes me feel. I'm not sure how, though. This vacation is like being suspended in corn syrup, time hanging around me sweet and thick with very limited visibility both forward and back. The other night I had really deeply... hm, I was gonna say 'emotionally connected sex' but that isn't quite right. I had that kind of sex where emotion feels like it hovers right there under your fingertips with every touch, do you know what I mean? And I realise I've been scared to feel too immediately and non-abstractly about people, I've been scared to get too close.
There is no certainty in the world for me, or at least, not in the world of individual connections.
My tomatoes are growing beautifully, the black plum tomatoes are, like last year, growing best and fastest (well, yellow brandywine is rivalling them, as is I think cherokee chocolate, but hush). It's likely that we'll grab the Zodiac and head out to bowen island either today or tomorrow.
Yesterday and older man with a neat-as-in-tidy haircut came up to me and said, "you're the cutest thing I've ever seen in a tactical vest". He sounded a lot more competent, saying that, than the dude in the video store who said "that's a blah blah vest designed to hold two blah blah cartridges per pocket." I didn't bother with my usual "it's very convenient, isn't it" line, because I figure he knew.
There is no certainty in the world for me, or at least, not in the world of individual connections.
My tomatoes are growing beautifully, the black plum tomatoes are, like last year, growing best and fastest (well, yellow brandywine is rivalling them, as is I think cherokee chocolate, but hush). It's likely that we'll grab the Zodiac and head out to bowen island either today or tomorrow.
Yesterday and older man with a neat-as-in-tidy haircut came up to me and said, "you're the cutest thing I've ever seen in a tactical vest". He sounded a lot more competent, saying that, than the dude in the video store who said "that's a blah blah vest designed to hold two blah blah cartridges per pocket." I didn't bother with my usual "it's very convenient, isn't it" line, because I figure he knew.