I am a high-functioning magical thinker. Mlle Bisquitte and I both read Shirley Jackson's We Have Always Lived in the Castle in our early teens, both thought Merricat was a lot like me, and neither one of us realized she was supposed to be crazy until the end of the book. When we met her mother last month for brunch in our big floppy Unicorn Huntaa hats, bedecked with ribbons and bells and charms (wings to fly us home, keys to open the door when we get there, hearts to replace what we've broken, stars because all we can do is shine), she told us that I don't change much over the years. I think she's prly right. Ten years of this drivel should tell, but too much of it gets filtered out. A week ago yesterday was the fifteenth anniversary of the day They didn't come for us. I have lived almost my whole life again since then.
The whole swarm of them was here last night after they went out and ate $500 of sushi for someone's birthday, and I was supremely inhospitable, because I resent very much any nonresident in the house after 7:00 PM on a work night. So do the kittenen. Eventually they left, and, as I am merciful, they went out with as many parts as they brought in.
I stayed home today for thin reason of digestive complaint (slight overindulgence in cake batter suspected), because approximately once per fiscal quarter I like to pretend I'm independently wealthy and can read all morning if I want to, or go to Target at 11:30 and buy honey sticks on clearance, or make kale chips and eat them because I feel like it. AIM FOR THE SKY, I always say.
Spook comes home for a week July 3, so I will waste one or two nights of my three-day weekend at home. Mom said she's planning to come back for good in March when her lease is up, whether she's secured gainful employment or not. I wish she'd come here instead of KC like she probably will. Not that I would ever see her, but we would each know the other was there, and maybe it would help.
We saw Pink Martini play with the Omaha Symphony, because we are nerds, and then I bought two LPs and had them signed, because that opportunity presents itself so rarely. DO WANT SO HARD that I bite my lip and pout.
Do not want to work tomorrow. Unfortunately, I have no other options until someone dies and leaves me $10 million, in which case I need to start cultivating select elderly men, or I win Powerball, in which case I need start buying tickets. I am a horrible, horrible lazy girl, but I am tired, and I will never be excited about being an accountant.
My yard looks really nice, though. I consider things I could bury in and around the brick flower beds around the trees that will defend me from all evil yet not interfere with the flora. Something made of pewter that doesn't have any holes. I do not believe this will help, yet I don't believe that it won't help.
