back to the grindstone

back at the office so incredibly warm and i am felling all warm and nostalgic for the weekend

highlights:

Friday

a room full of poets singing me happy birthday and a blueberry crumb cake with a candle on it

getting a cool novelist rockstar tshirt as a bday present

having un femme anarchiste buy me bday drinks

Saturday

the four hour flapper hairstyling extravaganza

makers mark and a special toast at final_girl 's house

the stomping viking bday song

tequila

hugs and love and too many mojitos for most people

 

SUN/MON/TUESDAY

hot tub under the stars

jambalaya

putting bubble bath - a lot of bubble bath - in a hot tub with jets CRAZY!!!

there's no sun up in the sky

I am not sure when i went from good mood leftover hot tub fuzzy to very very sad

again with the angst and the wanderlust and the need the screaming out of bleeding out of need to be somewhere quiet where trees are big, huge, just big pine trees and maples and oaks who offer shade and solace

my grandmother sent no card - and so i am left with maudlin thoughts, is she too ill to have remembered?

autumn is the time of homesickness

my mother sent me a necklace with a tree on it, it made me smile and think of hime - a new talisman that felt like family...now i wonder if it is a boulder of sadness around my neck and I try to get through and end up feeling hollow until my thoughts become too jumbled from bouncing around inside of my shell

but at least Ken from my day job liked my poems - they have inspired him to go on a long night drive to nowhere with his thoughts for company - that's pretty cool