i think they should just do away with monday altogether. monday makes me feel like there’s no point to life at all. all day, i’ve been trying to think of some kind of a point, but i haven’t been able to come up with one.
last night i really wanted to get up and write, but i couldn’t bring myself to actually turn on the light.
i was thinking about penguin divorce.
how humans are the only creatures who have all of this relationship stuff that can be much too complicated. for all other creatures on the earth, it’s all quite simple. either they mate for life, or they don’t.
penguins don’t get divorced.
that’s all i’m saying.
i was thinking about how easy it would be for an animal, relationship-wise. you’d always know exactly where you stand.
and then i decided that the problem lies in the fact that we humans know how to talk.
talking leads to complications and problems.
you don’t see badgers bickering.
or ants arguing.
squirrels squabbling.
fleas fighting.
it’s just us.
iguanas don’t have issues.
you can see why i was so anxious to get this off my chest last night.
i did have a nice weekend. i went to a cabin concert that my friends ann and joe had. you can read about them at the cabin concerts.
they’ve been doing them a couple of years now, and friday’s concert was the best one i’ve been to. too bad you missed it. stevens and mclain; stevens plays the harmonica, raymond mclain plays the banjo and the fiddle. i wasn’t looking forward to this concert as much as others, but it blew me away. they were both unbelievably good.
there won’t be any more cabin concerts till the fall, but mark it down on your calendar. turn to the first week of september, and write down “look up thecabinconcerts.com,” and then make a reservation. you’ll thank yourself in september.
mom and i played some music together on saturday afternoon. she played the flute and i played the violin. B. (Beauregard) wasn’t there to play the guitar, which is why we sucked.
Well, i sucked, anyway. Mom didn’t do so bad. the problem was that there was no guitar and singing to drown out my awful notes. plus the songs we were playing really cried out for the guitar. a couple of them weren’t perfectly awful, but the majority certainly were.
we had a lovely mother’s day celebration. a cook-out, and what a great day for it. amy was going to bring a pie, and she carried in a rhubarb pie in a box that said “rhubarb pie” on the top, with a price. i thought that was clever of her, writing that stuff so it looked more professional. jim had made a pound cake, and cleverly constructed a “sarah lee” wrapper that was IDENTICAL to a real sarah lee cake box.
we sat out on the deck for quite some time. we got Mom a Mother’s ring, with our names engraved on it and our birth stones. we hadn’t actually purchased it yet, because we didn’t know her ring size, but we printed out a nice copy from the computer, and amy assured me that she’s going to order it today.
amy insisted on grilling the burgers, even though she’s a vegetarian. perhaps she’s re-thinking the whole no-meat thing, or maybe she just wanted to be that close to the cooking meat.
dad bought mom the most spectacular gift- it’s a set of three lighted flamingos for the yard. they’re quite spectacular, and boats will now know the house as the one with the lighted flamingos.
ok, now i’m cheering myself up (marginally) by thinking of the lovely weekend. surely there will be at least one of them this summer? surely there will.
maybe even two.
ok then,
grace NOT going to nap because then there will be no chance of sleep tonight.
p.s. i wish i’d taken some pictures of our cookout last night. must remember to have the camera around next time.