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This weekend was nice, in a sense. I got to talk to Lyle a lot, and Christina and Mark came over Saturday and today. I took pictures while they kissed, and we listened to Tool in Mark's car on the way to Barnes and Noble both last night and today.
Early today I woke up and the baby and Shelique and Felix and Du were all awake, so we were gathered in Danielle's room and talked and laughed a lot, and I read to Kori from my cummings book. She liked one poem about a Christmas tree quite a lot- she was completely still and quiet while I read it.
There was another, half in French and half in English, and when I was reading it Shelique asked if I was reading French, and I told her I was. She and Danielle both raised their eyebrows and I laughed. Later Kori wouldn't go to sleep, so I took her and I read her more poetry and fed her, and she fell asleep. So I put on Italiana and while she slept, I read her more poetry and wrote poetry myself until Christina and Mark came. The sun was making the most beautiful ripples and flows of light on my bed and the baby's face.
We ate McDonald's, and played with Kori, and they read some of my poetry. All of that was a lot of simple, peaceful sort of happiness, and then came going to Barnes & Noble. There we found a Post Secret book and Christina read to Mark and me from it, and I started to feel sad then because a lot of the secrets in it were secrets I had too.
Strange to think your secret is also someone else's.
I wasn't so much sad as reminiscing, and I kept thinking of different things on the way home. I came home and pretty much wound things down, and so here I am with Lyle, and I can't think of a better thing to end my weekend with than talking to him.
So this was a good weekend.
I can honestly say that.
I feel okay.
I have my period now, and it hurts ridiculously and I'm weak in my legs a lot, but those are nothing compared to how simply okay and good I feel.
Tomorrow will be another weekday.
I wonder what'll happen this week.
Early today I woke up and the baby and Shelique and Felix and Du were all awake, so we were gathered in Danielle's room and talked and laughed a lot, and I read to Kori from my cummings book. She liked one poem about a Christmas tree quite a lot- she was completely still and quiet while I read it.
There was another, half in French and half in English, and when I was reading it Shelique asked if I was reading French, and I told her I was. She and Danielle both raised their eyebrows and I laughed. Later Kori wouldn't go to sleep, so I took her and I read her more poetry and fed her, and she fell asleep. So I put on Italiana and while she slept, I read her more poetry and wrote poetry myself until Christina and Mark came. The sun was making the most beautiful ripples and flows of light on my bed and the baby's face.
We ate McDonald's, and played with Kori, and they read some of my poetry. All of that was a lot of simple, peaceful sort of happiness, and then came going to Barnes & Noble. There we found a Post Secret book and Christina read to Mark and me from it, and I started to feel sad then because a lot of the secrets in it were secrets I had too.
Strange to think your secret is also someone else's.
I wasn't so much sad as reminiscing, and I kept thinking of different things on the way home. I came home and pretty much wound things down, and so here I am with Lyle, and I can't think of a better thing to end my weekend with than talking to him.
So this was a good weekend.
I can honestly say that.
I feel okay.
I have my period now, and it hurts ridiculously and I'm weak in my legs a lot, but those are nothing compared to how simply okay and good I feel.
Tomorrow will be another weekday.
I wonder what'll happen this week.