Skills

Apr 07, 2010 18:07

I can sing.  I can sing along with the radio and harmonize.  I can sing along with chords and improvise.  I can dance.  I can't open my mail.  I can grow spinach and tomatoes.  I can till earth and build beds.  I can cut flower bouquets and leave them on the doorsteps of little old ladies.  I can't meet deadlines.  I can write a book.  I can write a book with pictures in it that I've drawn or taken.  I can design the book and pass it out at public presentations where I shake hands and speak without looking at my notecards.  I can't get through discouragement.  I can weave bracelets out of hemp and seashells that I find on adventures.  I can go on adventures with my bracelets of seashells and hide them in a box under a rock in the forest at N42.01002 W-88.80292, and people will come, on sunny days, and snowy days, and overcast days of nondescript weather, to take them.  I can't find my cell phone.  I can pierce my own ears with a sewing needle.  But balloons popping make me cry.  I can make chalk.  I can make chalk in bright colors and wet it and smear it on the patio in murals.  And children stomp on them and dance on the bricks and laugh until the rain comes.  I can draw murals, but I can't make dinner for myself when I'm very very hungry.  I can't make dinner for myself because I lay down instead and feel hungry and think that dinner seems so very hard to do.  I can make paper.  I can make paper out of hay so that my bunny will think it's paper and be tricked into eating his hay, which is good for him and makes his poops as they should be.  I can make paper out of hay at the stove, an operation of earthy-smelling green squares hanging from the stove hood.  And my bunny will eat them, and be happy.  But I can't check my bank statements.  I can't refill my prescriptions.  I can't keep my car clean.  I can't keep my car from looking as if it had been habitat for woodland creatures over the course of three years, as well as serving as the town junkyard, as well as smelling like hot foot burger.  I can't keep the door handle from falling off.  But I can sing.
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