And I am troubled by things.
1. Is the dog cleaner than she was this morning? So, the Butcher cleaned the whole house and the dog? I know I shouldn’t admit this out loud, but shit, if I actually had the money to support both of us, I could happily go to work and pay for everything in exchange for a clean house. Anybody with a trust fund want to be my wife? I would be an awesome husband. I can burp and fart with the best of them. And unlike many traditional husbands, I don’t have a hairy ass. And I like to talk about things. And I would totally understand why Susan wearing the green dress to church upset you, even though I would not, of course, go to church.
2. We have a tiny reversed crop circle in the back yard. All the grass around it has been mowed, but a perfect circle of tall grass and clover is sitting in the middle of the near back yard. I know aliens leave regular crop circles. Do the people that live in the center of the earth leave the reversed ones?
3. Can a modernist poet be a plagiarist or does the fact that he’s a modernist protect Eliot by reframing him as a contextualist? Can a modernist poet plagiarize? I’m not sure?
Oh, y’all, remind me that I need to take a picture of the bush I was able to determine was a lilac based on the arrival of the gift lilac from Liz. Because it has flowers! Mrs. Wigglebottom and I saw them when we were walking around this morning. I looked at her and said, “Is something stuck in the lilac bush?” and she looked at me and said, “I’m a dog, remember? I can’t say anything.” and we went over and looked and we have two clusters about to blossom.
Two whole clusters!
I laughed so hard when I saw that.
After the hacking Mom and I gave it last fall, to cut the dead stuff out, I felt like this was a sign from the plant–“I’m alive! I swear! Look! I can flower. Please, let me live.”
I am very charmed. And, I believe the lilac. It can flower and it will.
(Also, I got word from Beth that she has wisteria seeds for me. I cannot tell you how excited I am about this. The only slight drawback is that I want to plant the wisteria where the peas are. But I’m willing to lose the peas to gain some wisteria. Though, who knows? Maybe this year they’ll both grow together okay.)
If I had an altar devoted to indespensible music blogs, right next to ninebullets would be Honey, Where You Been So Long? And today Honey delivers something so big I about can’t stand it–The Old, Weird America blog.
If you have any question about why I feel like I just got hit upside the head by a mystical revalation, you’ve not read this blog very long.