Just a quick continuation of that last post — I’m wondering what happened to Narnia. I gave Mikayla The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe for Christmas last year and it remains unread. I think the bloody lion thing scared my sister off.
Back to the point.
I’m home again, settled under my nice goose down quilt, and stationed next to that fire-trap lamp that my mother totally hates. It’s a papery thing, with roses around the shade, and a gold tassle trim on the bottom rim. The base is a clear sort of glass, with a fake marble bottom. I adore the stupid thing; it looks Victorian, OK?! But, my mother says I’m going to send the whole house up in flames — it’s like 80 years old, I left that part out — Let’s hope not.
– I’m trying to elimate the word “so” from my writing vocabulary; I use it too much. I already had to delete it three times. Maybe this is a bad idea. A stupid one. –
I drove lots tonight. I went all the way up Rte. 52 in order to get to the salon. This was a treat, the blackness had already settled in so I could pick out the passing glints of living room lights past the woods, off the road. I love that. I feel like I’m driving through a residential forest when I can observe that firefly-like quality of house-lights flickering behind the trees, as I speed along.
A couple of odd incidents did occur, aside from stumbling onto Fat Boy Slim’s “Praise You” on the radio dial. The first incident was actually just really, really sad. Like, the saddest thing ever. I came across this poor little possum lying on the road; it had clearly just been run over. But, the half of his body that was stuck up towards the air was still waving and spastically jogging to get away from the scene. Unfortuantely, he was obviously a dead goner and no amount of paddling and waving could save him. This made me sad. It was also a disturbing image.
Then, I drove by a large hedge bush which I could swear developed arms and shoulders and a head, in order to menace at me. This was just strange.
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Haircuts!
I got a Massive Haircut. It’s jaunty and shaplier than my formerly ridiculous mane. This means I can spend less time looking like Miss Frizzle… or more, maybe, because this haircut might encourage me to cease using any kind of bobby pins or brushes. Ever.
The Massive Haircut is liberating, though. I no longer am permanently school-marm. I can funk it up easily with wax, an iron, or whatever else have you. Perhaps I will post a picture later.
I really do dig the Victorian look, regardless of the change. I’ll probably figure out a way to pin it up elaborately, despite the lack of length. Just so I can keep on with that.
Apparently, I seem like the type of woman that could potentially be wielding the universe in her handbag. More on that later? I guess?
This blogging thing is getting less weird with each post.
Starbucks Tazo Chai tea is wonderful, by the way. Peppery and leafy.
