Sunday, January 24, 2010
Who's afraid of Virginia (woolf)?
It's rainy and wet outside, and we're both sitting next to the warm fireplace (Thomas is sitting right across from me, his face is glowing in the light of the computer screen.) It's very peaceful here in Virginia. Sweet Erin left a few hours ago to the barn to take care of the horses. We will join her later, and I might get a chance to ride a horse for the first time in my life.
This day off is basically an internet day, and we're happily plugging ourselves into the wifi, trying to dust off the corners of our very many lives here, there and everywhere.
But the world feels hard today.
Maybe it's the weather, or maybe it's the ungraspable discomfort of the suburbs. I don't know. Right now I just miss Amsterdam and our urban family. I miss the little compulsive ceremonies we conduct in the city and the allusiveness of my existence there, where most of time I don't even know how I got to be part of it all.
I miss a particular kind of disarray, and a few very specific couches in loved living rooms across town. But I think I got a temporary solution for all this yearning:
I'm gonna go listen to Patti Smith.
I'll look at some pictures.
and I will never NEVER wash my hair again.