TRYING TO GET THE GROOVE THING GOING

I am going to start this and see how far I get. Historical record shows that I often do not complete posts, but with hope springing eternal I will begin nonetheless.

The rain continues although it is supposed to be easing up. Spoke to KMH who pointed out that there will likely be a superbloom in the desert again as it has been raining like crazy in Palm Springs. Maybe we can take out the Porsche for a drive when the weather clears (hers, not mine).

This has happened before, but Dreams of the Everyday Housewife has appeared in my mental playlist. Maybe it was just getting up to house chaos of cats having barfed, clothes and dishes needing to be cleaned, cats wanting food, the tv blaring, mom in her nightgown having decided to stay home today. And I have volunteered to help my pal Patrick pick tile so that he doesn't order beige and brown.

FORCE

Nothing forced works.

The Gordian knot just worsens

if it's jerked at by a person.

One of the main stations

of the cross is patience.

Another, of course, is impatience.

There is such a thing as

too much tolerance

for unpleasant situations,

a time when the gentle

teasing out of threads

ceases to be pleasing

to a women born for conquest.

Instead she must assault

the knot or alp or everest

with something sharp

and take upon herself

the moral warp of sudden progress.

— Kay Ryan, The Best of It: New and Selected Poems, New York, Grove Press, 2010.

Did cats invent the baleful look? Well, it's not really baleful because that is kind of menacing. Then again there is some implied threat, if only of their own and your future misery and guilt. It's not quite baleful, as I was misusing that word (means threatening). It is more a combination of disappointment/anger/and jesus you are an asshole.

I have been watching the old MTV cartoon, Daria. I had heard it was a good show back in the day. I think it is great, very well-written. The theme song is intolerable however.

So, not much information here, but trying to get the groove thing going again. I need to sleep. Don't be beguiled by Parker Posey's new book either. No damn good.