Couldn't sleep again last night so I ended up (oh-no) wadding up my long hair in a cumberbun and completely shaving off my sides and scalp so now I look like I'm fourteen, trying to become an insurgent by growing my hair long and going to Ozzfest....yuck. This is the first time in like ten years I haven't had sideburns (or sides-period). Uncle Mike roused me up into gunky-morning conciousness and of course, I forgot what I did and I'm like emulating Maculy caulkin's torrential cauterwaul when I see myself in the mirror....
"Wake up."
Didn't want to go to the Baha'i center this morning either. I walked in late and of course, lovely caroline shoves a Prayer for Fathers that I am to read (don't like thinking about fathers on F-day) which I smiled and read the best I could. Perhaps its the concourse playing tricks on me...
Good news is I found a huge Blackberry orchard in our backyard. Huge. Like the wicked witch of the West cackling "poppies" although it's bushels of blackberries instead. I went blackberry picking last night and decided, in typical house-husbandry fashion, to don an apron and do some baking.
(alright-no apron, but I'll still bake.)
I LOVE cooking and devising recipes. Love GRILLING!!! I'm going to make a Blackberry pie. Should be fun. I have no talent whatsoever in the kitchen. oh well. True, commensurate talent is reserved for other rooms in the house. I talked with poet Laureate Billy Collins a few months back and his advice was that students and writers should always be a 'sophomore' in some other profession other than writing. A dilletnante. I like that alot....
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Hey, your signed journal just arrived in the mail! Thank you. I'll read it on the plane tomorrow. Arya
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