And then at the very moment of appreciation I had no problem.
THE FRIENDLY WAY
“Our swordfish just had eleven babies and I’m not at all sure what to do with them.”
Nancy was always handing me jars that I couldn’t open.
Strange to read her because I can only do so by somehow pretending to be her.
I think that a lot of people think “being a nice person” is just a cover-up. I don’t think so. Or, if it is, it’s a better cover-up than most.
ON THE BUS
I’m never totally convinced, riding a bus, that I’m on the right bus.
I hope people know I don’t want to glance away, or down, sometimes, when we are talking.
My work never turns out like I think it is going to. I start something. It turns into a big mess. And then I clear up the mess.
HAVING A SHOW
If you want to know what it’s like to have the rug pulled out from under you (don’t bother) (and besides, I’m sure you already know) try having a show.
MUSEUM OF NATURAL HISTORY
This would be an interesting place to “trip”.
What defines that feeling one has when staring at a rock?
TWO HAIRS PAST A FRECKLE
I remember “Two hairs past a freckle” when someone asks you what time it is and you don’t have a watch.
That honest is only something you can try to be. (If you want to be.) And I do. But I don’t want to take credit for being honest.
It seems I am always looking for matches.
Dreams to me are a sort of bonus.
A BEAUTIFUL BUTT
There is nothing I find more beautiful than a beautiful butt.