Saturday, March 28, 2009

in like a lamb

The dog-killing pits, 
for unwanted dogs, 
are twenty feet deep 
in slick yellow clay.  

I'm itching to do things with myself; make things.  I have a little table rescued from dumpsterside that needs to be sanded and stained/painted (have not decided).  

I have a growing collection of glass and aluminum I need to drop off at a recycling place.
I have intentions towards homemade marshmallows, toasted over gas stovetop burner while it's still cool enough outside to justify this activity indoors.  

I watched Rachel Getting Married by myself last night and was pleasantly surprised.  It was a movie of overblown emotional everythings but somehow it worked for me, and also, oddly made me want to get married for the first time in ___.  But only if my wedding can be exactly like the one in the film.  And only if I'm marrying a beautiful, sweet, black musician named Sidney.  

1 comment:

what said...

there's a recycling thing on south street kinda by that church by zesto's.