Monday, July 19, 2010

I wish I could remember the poem I was dream writing

Kris said I was talking in my sleep last night. I said, "I am writing a poem, and I don't know if it is real or I'm dreaming."

Tuesday, July 06, 2010

Seeing your own name in a title

My friend Chad Parenteau wrote a poem about "me."

The cats wish they could turn on the air conditioner

The cats have been lounging, very spread out with the hot temperatures lately. I got a flexible ice pack from the freezer and put it on them. At first, they acted like they were going to get up and run away, but then realized it was cold and sat there with it for awhile. Eventually it got too cold for them, and they ran away from it, but I think they like it. I am going to try again later.


On Saturday at Nara Park in Acton, I saw the best fireworks display I’ve ever seen. It lasted a full 35 minutes. It was my first time watching fireworks in an affluent area. They must have spent a lot of money on their show.

Last year I was on a train on my way to New Jersey and Kris and I got to see a bunch of fireworks displays as we rode by a bunch of towns. That was pretty cool too.

The last fireworks display I watched was the Summer after I graduated from high school. After the show we walked to our cars and my sister started walking toward a flare in the road. Every person in the group (there were about 8 of us) warned her individually to watch out but she wasn’t paying attention and stepped right on the flare. It went inside her clog shoe (I also loved wearing clogs then). She yelped and flung her clog off her foot, along with the flare inside. She was okay but still has a scar.

Saturday, July 03, 2010

Her ring finger is empty

We call our cat Dinah, Miss Girls, or if I am feeling feminist, Ms. Girls.

Kris has messed up a couple times and called her Mrs. Girls. I love imagining Dinah having a secret wedding or running off to Las Vegas between snoozes and messing around with the fish tank.