Where the Mind Floats

The Weather lady on MSNBC this morning seemed to be talking to a bunch of unstable Americans. Her tone during the weather had that feeling of a careful It’s-Going-To-Be-Okay-Now-Come-Down-From-There-With-That-Sword sort of message. Sing songy, no weapons needed….“And up here in Albany, it’s going to be 35 degrees and sunny!!”
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My beautiful honey, I love that you tell me so much. But I don’t really need to know every single thought running through your head. I think it is more for you than it really is for me. You talk out loud to remember…but I have not yet found storage where I can cart all this information so that I have space left in my head for my own thought rivers to flow without dams.
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I’ve heard the car commercials and now I want a swaggering guitar rhythm as my soundtrack when I check the mail.
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My honey saw a headline “Kate’s dress leaked!” and wondered what bodily function of hers failed. I swooped in with my frilly cape and tights and allowed the estrogen to translate the headline to him and let him know that the dress she is wearing was probably leaked onto the internet before she wanted anyone to know.
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Last night I read an article in the NY Times about Dennis the Menace from Sunday’s paper. I am stubborn Irish and will not give up on reading something until I actually read it. I will carry it around for years until I have finally read it. Yesterday I happened to get to the article sooner than later. The article mentioned Dennis’s evil veins pumping his evil blood and how there was a Starling infestation in his grumpy neighbor’s trees. So Dennis put liver up there and attracted a pile of cats instead. I thought it was timely to have had our own Starling infestation yesterday morning.

I wonder if I would have thought about it any differently had I read about the Starlings on Sunday before seeing them on Monday.
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After an intimate space with my mate, I spent some time looking up at his face and told him that if I ever were to have one photo only of him forever, it would be the “after” image. The stubble on his face frames and contrasts his lips in a way that only biology can get right.
But the threat of him shaving it off still hangs in the balance.
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Whenever I ingest lemons or oranges, I feel like I am glowing with sunshine.
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Sometimes thoughts out of nowhere pop into my head. Actually, this one came due to mate’s activity across the room as I work. I’m going to start a band called Angry and Farting. Only he isn’t angry. Just farting.
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The dog is doing ‘Gross Dog Noises’ Greatest Hits’ while I am eating. It all sounds so gross….his snorting and licking that makes his tongue sound like it’s 2 feet thick and has marinated in a vat of saliva for a week. I have to turn on some music to put a buffer between me and this assault of saturated noise.
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As I was walking back from getting the mail, I noticed that the landlord’s shovel was lying down on the ground. I know that it was previously standing up in snow. The snow has melted. I wondered what that moment in time was where the shovel finally broke free and fainted to the ground.
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I was putting Humanling to bed and was sitting with her, just relaxing. She was closing her eyes and twirling my hair through her fingers when suddenly her poofy white cat launched off the bed and landed squarely in front of my bad ass hunter cat Azrael. The poofy white thing then sharpened her claws on the carpet in a very deliberate and In Your Face Azrael sort of way, while Azrael sat there with hybrid look of disbelief and boredom.