dreams, they seem to cost money, but money costs some dreams

listening to: "yeah sapphire" - the hold steady

We have twelve and a half inches of snow here in Indianapolis today. It's awfully cold and icicles are dangling from every possible overhang. I have the day off today and am trying to pay a few bills, drink some coffee, and run some errands. Tonight I am making soup: butter bean, sun-dried tomato, and pesto soup. May use cannellini beans instead of butter beans, but not sure yet.

I have a car now, have I mentioned that? It's all mine-- I bought it from Mike for a case of Diet Dr. Pepper and a dollar. 1997 Monte Carlo, bright red. Only 87,000 miles on it. Whatwhat. I'm excited-- it's the first car I've owned, with my name on the title and my money going into it. Yes.

Oh, I was going to post our music line-up for the winter/spring:

February 11: The Pretenders
February 25: Yonder Mountain String Band
March 13 & 14: Umphrey's McGee
May 19: Elton John & Billy Joel
June 19: PHISH

That's it, so far, though we may be adding to it. Can't seem to help it. Nothing in April because of the Tennessee trip. I need to see my Holland friends soon, so I'm maybe going to have to plan a weekend up north.

Have to get moving now or I'll fall asleep and not wake up til I have to go to work at a quarter to five tomorrow morning.

xoxoxo


shalomshalom.

to believe in this living

listening to: "angel from montgomery" - john prine

years ago, outside of love, i
wrote a poem about a broken window
in my young heart, never thinking
that there would ever be
such a welcome doorway.

tell her they ain't even keepin' score no more

listening to: "ask her for some adderall" - artist/band name here

some day i will have a job that is not like high school. right?

maybe my bright red boots, if they had wings

listening to: "take it from me" - the weepies

Well, I'm ready for springtime, I'm ready for a caper, I'm ready for something to happen, for something to move. I've been on the cusp of new things for a while now, always teetering, never quite falling into the next great adventure. I want to find something to do and wring the life out of it like an old testament bird.

Have I told you that I'm crazy in love? Not in that giddy, nauseating, jittery sort of way, but in a really chill, confident, satisfying way. I like it. I'm going to keep it.

I'm tired. I'm going to nap before work no.2 or maybe read. Trying my hand at an interesting trio of writers at the moment: Anais Nin, Bill Bryson, Milan Kundera. Mmmm. I have to renew my subscriptions. New Yorker, Paste, The Believer. Okay naptime.



shalomshalom.