Random bits of my life

bullet pointed, because why not?

• Full moon, the other night. Gorgeous! What am I doing? laying on the sofa with the laptop on my chest, instead of being out in it– it’s cold out there anyways. So a little tap-tapping on my back door and my tenant Tyler’s adorable girlfriend is peeking in. She’s got wet hair, which can’t be real nice in the near-frost temps, and she says, most piteous; "I broke the shower and we can’t turn it off! Ty said not to bother you, but I don’t know what to dooooo…."

  So I hop up and climb up the very grassy, very wet hill, to show her and Ty where the main shutoff valve is.The thing is, everyone is drubnk off their arses. There’s a lot of shouting coming from the little house that Ty is subrenting from me, and he’s saying to some buddy or another; "Get the fuck out! I am so sick of your shit, and stop trying to guilt-trip me." Buddy wanders down the hill, saying "wow, do you really mean that?" Tyler’s "YES!" echoes across the valley and back, I swear.

  So there I am on my knees in waist-deep soggy wild grass, fumbling under the foundations for the plastic watermain, trying to fend off the help of this little doll who is going to pull it too hard and break it and that’s all we need. And a cloud covers the moon, and we have a sudden shower of hailstones. And then the hail and the cloud are gone, and the bright bright moon is sparkling on these little balls of ice. And a couple of opossums start screaming and snarling and fighting with each other, not ten feet away….

  a nice little Walpurgis night!

• I love shopping the thrift stores. have you noticed, you find different things, depending on who goes with you? Camillemartine finds me the best button-down shirts. She seems to know my size and colors better than I do.

  But Mr. Omega finds jackets. I now have two jackets that I’ve ALWAYS WANTED!!!!– one is a Bill Blass short-waisted tux, with nicely mid-width satin lapels. Probably came out of a rental place, but damn. I look GOOD in it, with a white shirt with the cuffs hanging out. And even better, a Pierre Cardin from the sixties, with the flat back and side vents, huge flat outside patch pockets. it’s Irish green tweed. "Made in France" says the label. Probably never been worn since it was first bought. I’m living in it, OMIGOD.

• My writing mentor picked me up from work to go sit in a cafe and write. I said;m "LOOK at my new jacket, isn’t it fabboo!" he said; "You know, you always play so masculine, but I can’t help seeing the girl in you." I said; "Well, that’s because you’re butch enough to bring out my girly side." which made him giggle like crazy. (His wife said; "No, he’s lesbian enough’" and I said; "Well, that’s why I said ‘butch’")
  I got SO MUCH WRITTEN! and such good, concrete advice. so very glad I saw real life people today.
• And my most beloved boss has gotten to the point where he tells me; "Write about this thing," and I do. If this article is published, it will be about 70% my words… this is gratifying, and daunting (because of where he wants to publish) all at once. But more on that later.