cupcake icon! for the end of passover and rhe return of the bread
first, happy (slightly late) birthday countlibras! localish lj-er. :D was it good? was there cake? i hope there was cake.
dancing boys: *two-step*
and cowboy boots. :D
passover is over and i had chinese for dinner to celebrate. i bitch about it because seriously, i can't eat anything, but passover is genuinely my favorite jewish holiday. i way overbought on food, tho, so there's still a lot of matzah left. it's good with peanutbutter.
and because i couldn't eat anything, work gave us lunch for busy season and/or employee appreciation. lots of wraps, basically, and a nice-looking pasta salad. and dessert. (i took a cookie home.) and then there were cookies at the post office! i had to go after work and drop off some certified mail, and the helpful clerk who postmarked it told me the cookies were because it was tax day - you'd think i'd know that - and the lines at that particular post office were worse than christmas, and their christmas lines are pretty bad. but by the time i was there they had a very normal-sized (ie, small) crowd, tho.
still the chillest, weirdest busy season ever.
sadly i do not have tax poetry. that would be fitting, tho, wouldn't it?
after Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
In the wobbly pirouette between song
& dust, dog-nosed living room windows
& a purple couch that should have been curbed
last July: Saturday sunlight cuts it all every
time you lean into some kind of ballet pose.
Your belly & knobby elbow & leotarded knee
wavering in a slim balance. Jeté, effacé-
I don’t know what they mean & nod anyway.
You reach & spin & dog hair hangs
in the air like the start of heartfelt applause.
--Adrian Matejka, "Soave Sia Il Vento"
dancing boys: *two-step*
and cowboy boots. :D
passover is over and i had chinese for dinner to celebrate. i bitch about it because seriously, i can't eat anything, but passover is genuinely my favorite jewish holiday. i way overbought on food, tho, so there's still a lot of matzah left. it's good with peanutbutter.
and because i couldn't eat anything, work gave us lunch for busy season and/or employee appreciation. lots of wraps, basically, and a nice-looking pasta salad. and dessert. (i took a cookie home.) and then there were cookies at the post office! i had to go after work and drop off some certified mail, and the helpful clerk who postmarked it told me the cookies were because it was tax day - you'd think i'd know that - and the lines at that particular post office were worse than christmas, and their christmas lines are pretty bad. but by the time i was there they had a very normal-sized (ie, small) crowd, tho.
still the chillest, weirdest busy season ever.
sadly i do not have tax poetry. that would be fitting, tho, wouldn't it?
after Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart
In the wobbly pirouette between song
& dust, dog-nosed living room windows
& a purple couch that should have been curbed
last July: Saturday sunlight cuts it all every
time you lean into some kind of ballet pose.
Your belly & knobby elbow & leotarded knee
wavering in a slim balance. Jeté, effacé-
I don’t know what they mean & nod anyway.
You reach & spin & dog hair hangs
in the air like the start of heartfelt applause.
--Adrian Matejka, "Soave Sia Il Vento"