would you leave me for the person i used to be?
it's nice to have time for running errands and buying pie shells and checking in and out of dreams. it's weird that i have the job that i have but i feel good about myself for being brave enough to meet something new, and even if wearing a helmet all day is ridiculous i like driving the golf cart past wild flowers and talking about nature from high up in trees and passing the pedernales river on the highway at dusk and coming home tired and taking hot showers and feeling so clean. i've found such a soulmate in my open afternoons that the thought of school again this fall feels less than sane, but the summer is still crisp enough a currency to spend and i don't want to waste it on dread or escapist sleeping or thinking that things should be a lot easier than they are.
last night i came home to find "meg - pedro called. # you know it. wedding is soon" scribbled on the message board. tonight mom made chocolate raspberry pie and dad told us about a response he wrote to a person who cancelled a grant he wanted for his school which began, "dear coho, what kind of bad drugs are you on?"
last night i came home to find "meg - pedro called. # you know it. wedding is soon" scribbled on the message board. tonight mom made chocolate raspberry pie and dad told us about a response he wrote to a person who cancelled a grant he wanted for his school which began, "dear coho, what kind of bad drugs are you on?"