Dutch,
We did a bad bad thing. (Go ahead, cue up some Chris Isaak. I’ll wait right here. Maybe some Lyle Lovett while you’re at it, a pony and a boat could come in handy later.) We started a new business, yet another endeavoring. I’ve been sleeping in for the past week or so; no morning walks, no morning pages, well, not until after ten o’clock, no early morning moonsets, no early birds, no worms, just sleep. Sleep sleep sleep. And dreaming. And a good stretch before I fall out of bed. I don’t know if you can actually catch up but I suddenly feel all caught up and accelerating. The Resistance may be way ahead of the regime this time.
But Noodles! Hibernation’s for bears and in catching up with all the chaos and malarky lately I nearly forgot Musie’s birthday. It’s today already! She wants a vegan holster for her .357 and it’s not finished yet. I’m still waxing and molding the canvas. It’s crafty business making a magnum revolver hang just so in the small of your back, discreet and all, without a corset. I figure I have a few days grace period though because if I’ve forgotten then you can bet she has. Plus, her back-up gifts are on their way. I’m covered. Thank you, Artists! Musie loves collage.
It seems I’m destined to be late for everything this year but it’s only because I’ve spent so much time getting ahead. Friendly reminder: Mother’s Day is only 319 days out. I’ve been lax in my gift-giving of late due to time-constraints and distraction. Then, Amani’ went and signed us up for an art exhibit this fall. Our work— hers, Musie’s, & mine— in a gallery! As in, I have to produce a few pieces worthy of a frame and matting! Oh dear. And despite everything else we’ve got spinning I also started this new business. I’ve learned in poetry that it’s Tricky to rock a rhyme that’s right on time and I’ve learned in business that even non-profits have to turn a surplus so that their purpose has a nice, dependable, well-equipped launchpad; with peanut butter and coffee and a new pair of shoes once in a while, bare minimum. Typewriter ribbon and coffee is merely keeping the lights on. If I were like Lightning my pseudonym wouldn’t need no sneakers but I want a new pair of Adidas nonetheless. Today, on Musie’s birthday, I slept in yet again and I think I’ll go shopping for my own belated birthday present. I’m supposed to be taking care of myself but I’m still not sure what that means. I thought sharing was caring. But what do I know, I still have a lot of research to do and my accountant says she wants to see more receipts if I want to stay in the red. Receipt is another one of those words I always have to look up; i before e except after c and a whole boatload of other exceptions… Ugh, I want to get back to punctuation.
So, back to it. It looks like a good day for a walk. It’s only 102 degrees and nothing’s burning at the moment, and I see no other reason to mask up so I think I’ll take a leisurely, free-breathing stroll to the post office. Leisurely; dammit, had to look that up too.
Stay hydrated! Keep the receipts!
Headed for the shade in the park,
-PSL
PS — If you see Musie any time soon, make sure you tell her Happy Birthday!