A Pig In Mud

Devendra sings again:

The body breaks
And the body is fine
I'm open to yours
And i'm open to mine

The body aches
And that ache takes it time
But you'll get over yours
And i'll get over mine

And the sun will shine
And the moon will rise up

The body calls
Yeah, the body, it calls out
It whispers at first
But it ends with a shout


So in all that angst, I forgot to write about a couple of things. One is that yesterday I didn't go to work, instead I wandered down the Drive in the morning and got things for sandwiches- orange peppers and avacado and sprouts and proscutto salami and tomato and fresh italian buns -and I made sandwiches, and told Bob to meet me at the skytrain at lunch time. Armed with the sandwiches, I took him to mosaic creek park, and we ate lunch. It was fantastic, and also the first deliberate date I've ever engineered to my knowledge. I am proud of myself. It was fun, and I felt awesome.

Today I was feeling terrible in the morning (hey, who'da guessed given my state of mind yesterday?) but today was removing a lawn and digging up old rose bushes intact from gravel hardpan with a pickaxe and carrying twelve-foot yew hedging. I got scratched up, worked in rainpants and a tank top on the drizzle while sweating gloriously, got filthy dirty, laughed like crazy and jokes with the super-crush girl at work, and am so tired. It was awesome, and I feel so good. I came home after working late and Bob had made me dinner (which I still have to eat, after my shower, but it's *there*, what security to my mind).

Someone called me and offered me a room at Main and 41st, saying they heard I was looking for a place. I don't know who called, the name was cut off in the message, and I hadn't asked anyone to broadcast that I was looking, so I'm curious as to who that is. I'll call 'em back when I've done the eating thing, I guess, but who passed that info on?

Anyhow, take care, y'all. Soon!