Angel of Death
Strange evening spent doing girl things with my sister and mother – looking at catalogs, reading girly magazines, eating dark bittersweet chocolate and salty potato chips – and talking. Good grief I didn’t know S could talk so much – after a while I zoned out and thought my head was going to explode. Then I returned to the can and saw the Angel of Death with his sickle in front of the entrance – he was smoking a cigarette and I thought about my joking around that I have 3 more smoking days left – but it was like waaza – what goes on?
And I was thinking about the last few weeks where everytime I was about to make a move someone said that is bold and so at first I hesitated and didn’t do what I was about to do. And now I kind of do it and get the comment after the fact. Here I was the one who kept saying know thyself but really “bold” – I don’t consider the things I had in mind bold – but maybe.
Arlene is bereft of any exercise as I am keeping her under close watch. She’s fine, but I don’t want to risk anything till I know more about what is causing her episodes.
L is out again tonight – he’s been a social butterfly these days – after a long day of parading I told him I am glad not to be him tonight – meeting new people and having to be “on” – I was happy curled on my mother’s couch.
C – the mailman – came up to the apartment today and handed me back all my letters I mailed – I looked a little puzzled since he had woken me from a nap – and he told me that he had mailed my mail the other day but that stamps had gone up to 39 cents – I said no one told me – and he laughed. I just love this guy. He brings me my LaLa mail and leaves me notes in my mailbox. And now tells me personally that stamps went up in January. Who knew?
How is it possible for someone to talk about their cat for so long?