Dear Nathaniel, I am microwaving pie that Mom bought up in Oak Glen this week on her way home from the orthodontist. As I put it in the microwave, I was full of sadness that I was not in Oak Glen with her. Why did I not go? I was working. I want to see the trees turn. I want to wander slowly through autumnal gift shops. Under the water, you cannot sense the approach of the seasons. Even here it is difficult because, after all, it's California. But I can still sense it. After three seasons in Illinois and one in Scotland, it must be with me for good. Or at least for a while. Because I am all abuzz with eagerness for fall and winter, for turkeys and dried leaves and Santa. I should start cooking again this fall. Fall foods are my favorite. Baked squash dripping with melted butter and brown sugar, pumpkin soup... this year, if I have enough money, I will put together a holiday dinner for my friends. And we will drink Scandinavian mulled wine, which is the most wonderful thing I have e
this pic actually kind of creeps me out. it's like a woman but she's just kinda hanging out. and she has this has this weird squidish/jellyfishish thing hanging down out of her butt. but maybe she's in the sky? maybe she's part of a constellation?
ReplyDeleteshe also needs to eat something. she's like, waaay skinny. like me or something. get this woman some french fries. i'll share.
well, i thought it was mysterious and fantastical, mythic and surreal. you just had to bring in squids and butts, didn't you? and french fries are not a healthy way to combat malnourishment. just so you know. :P
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