Unrefined

I am most definitely not a swimmer. This I discovered today after work when Ms. Krieger and I slipped into our suits and did some laps in the pool. It is “a full body work-out,” as my mother would say.

Oh my lovely Mother. She is sitting across from me in our dimly lit family office/library, perusing old photos on one of the computers to the backdrop of my father’s music: The Beatles Anthology. Around the room paintings are propped against walls in her latest attempt to get them on the walls (Mama, please know that I mention this with love: your inability to actually hang the paintings is one of your most endearing characteristics). I have great parents, by the way. They even brought home leftover Chinese food for me to eat when I came home from work. So great.

I think my favorite part of this office is the wall with the bookshelf. Books are stuffed in mild order, the Poetry Section bleeding into the Northwest Section and the Biographies casually fraternizing with the Classics. Traitorous, those Biographies are. Among the books are placed photos: one of my little sister, Madeline, several years ago, straight faced with her feet cut out of the frame, another of the entire blended family posing at my second cousin’s wedding that summer.

Summer 2008. The summer of my car accident. A summer of change. Real change, not the type of change one would associate with Queso Cheese – you know: chemical and rubbery. More like change that grows from the ground: nice and organic. Wooden, if you will? I never permit rubbery change. Praise God for organic alternatives. More on this later.

When you place a leaf in the water...

It has been a long time since I last wrote. The longest it has ever been, in fact. I've gone so far from where I've been. And actually, it is as though I have been under the attack of a giant eraser for the past month. All that is left of what little I knew are a bunch of those little pieces of eraser and paper - the ones that smell like a mistake.

I move far away soon. I don't know if you knew.

Work at Persimmon is excruciatingly (easy) (slow) (boring) (wasteful). I don't use my mind at all. The upside is that I usually get to read a lot. Except today and yesterday when the sun came out. You remember Sun don't you? It is that big light in the sky that makes things warm. I know we haven't seen it for a while.

Someday (over the rainbow?), I am going to write an intelligent and thoughtful blog about something other then myself.

P.S. I finished The Sound and the Fury and yes, it did become more fun to actually read then just talk about reading. Also, I read Little Bee. You probably should too. It was amazing.