Saturday, May 9, 2015
I Will. . . .
Saturday. . . light. . . weather. . . music. . . cat. . . .
I'm changing my life today, somehow. . . I don't know how, exactly, but somehow. I'll quit drinking whiskey at home for sure. Oh, I say that. . . help me. . . suddenly I want to be young and live. All the irreversible processes. . . etc. I'm going to quit lifting heavy weights for the rest of the summer. Last night in bed, I could barely lift a pillow from the prone position without giving a hurtful moan. I will walk more, bike, do calisthenics. I will drink wheat grass and many strange concoctions, herbal teas, things with ginger. I will eat avocados and red peppers every day as I was instructed. It will make my skin like a baby's, I have been told. I will stretch and move. Movement all the time. What else? What else goes into this useless list?
I will travel. Today I will visit a spring I have never heard of. I will make photographs of plants, flowers and vegetables. I will look for beautiful old glass to hold them. I will clean my kitchen thoroughly today and begin to organize my office. I will order the mulch I need for the driveway. Yes, I will do manual labor and learn to use tools to do my own carpentry.
I will not sit at this computer so long every morning.
I will be conscious and aware so that I may collect information for writing.
Blah, blah, blah. . . is it just the spring?
If I told you what I really want to do, you would call the police. But it is what I really want to do.
Ommmmm. . . .