... Is the junction of excrement and vinegar to my olfactory sense. BUT IT WORKS.
I'm nearing the end of my first two consecutive days off in I-don't-know-how-long (actually I do know-- exactly-- but it's so sick I'm unwilling to say). Billy Joel's Captain Jack is playing on the stereo-- thank you, Michael, for being a Captain Jack karaoke harbinger-- and the dishes, laundry, and general clean-up for Thanksgiving are getting done.
My break from cleaning consists of: slipper socks, blogging, MultiGrain Cheerios and Bag Balm. I haven't had the chance to do this in ages and am relishing the tedium of no company but Luna and no activity but folding clothes. Life-- disrupted by a miraculous fling-- has been almost too exciting of late.
Yesterday we drove out to Monteillet in Dayton for cheese-tasting. Joan is fantastic; she believes in the potential of this valley in a way that inspires my faith and desire to build a life here amongst the vineyards, the houses that need green construction, the art community and the students I love. Also, she revealed the Filipino food joint in Dayton. I'll have to go. Anyone been there?
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The lesson of today:
Sometimes tedium is life, but not the other way around.
Also:
"He is not augmented by aesthetics; he is merely human, and his humanity, startled and in some cases horizontal, obliterated everything else in the frame."
-Tom Junod, "The Falling Man"
Esquire, September 2003
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