happiness is a white box
Jul. 31st, 2001 11:24 ammy birthday present just arrived. it is under my desk. i am unreasonably happy.
i am going to wait like the patient saint i am to open it on thursday morning, when it will be o so much more fun to awake to a surprise package. i am afraid of waking up and feeling alone on my birthday. no one to sing to me. no one to make me a hot breakfast. i ought to get groceries and cook my own. tomorrow is banking day. indeed.
i am remembering 20th birthday (no, must have been 19th) when i drove myself to the bishop's close elk rock gardens and read under the madrone trees, and wrote and drew. and had a picnic to myself deliciously alone with the beautiful parchment sky. be with me here, i wrote to busy jennie at work i think with carlina, the poor nanny, be with me here where scarred trees enclose the green river.
i am going to wait like the patient saint i am to open it on thursday morning, when it will be o so much more fun to awake to a surprise package. i am afraid of waking up and feeling alone on my birthday. no one to sing to me. no one to make me a hot breakfast. i ought to get groceries and cook my own. tomorrow is banking day. indeed.
i am remembering 20th birthday (no, must have been 19th) when i drove myself to the bishop's close elk rock gardens and read under the madrone trees, and wrote and drew. and had a picnic to myself deliciously alone with the beautiful parchment sky. be with me here, i wrote to busy jennie at work i think with carlina, the poor nanny, be with me here where scarred trees enclose the green river.