August 1, 2003

• the hillside is covered in blackberry brambles…the hillside edging our front lawn.  it’s where the street would be, if there was a street.  the branches are laden with berries, about 1/16th of them ripe.  I was standing there looking up the carved in path to the water meter,  and saw two furry dark bodies, about the size of ferrets, scurry across.  they moved like lizards, though, and were too fast to see.  shivvvver.  maybe they were otters from the pond above.  yeah otters…not flesh eating star lizards set to creep in my window tonight, just as I drop off to sleep.

  
  

  

  
  

  last night we watched as a yearling doe ate the strawberries we’re growing on the patio.  I’m glad none of us are the kind of people that would chase her away.  gawd, they’re beautifull.

  
  

  we were eating sammiches on the patio tonight, and the big unusual treat:  soda pop in a can.  babyjane was just drinking the pop, ignoring her turkey on white, so I told her she had to eat three more bites before she could have another drink (plus we were sharing that can!).  she puts down the root beer, looks at me, gauging my level of seriousness, picks up her sandwich as she mutters under her breath…jeeeesus christ…

  
  

  

  
  

  so this afternoon was the latest in my nine months of nearly weekly psychotherapy (yes, I am a psycho and need therapy…like there was any question in your mind…).  she told me I might start feeling ready to come less frequently, even taper off entirely.  I feel like Rocky.  you know, the fighter, on the top of those steps…not the flying squirell.

  
  

                                              

  
  

  so I wonder if I’ll get a diploma, with a seal,  that says “I am not crazy.”  I could make photocopies and attach them to my resume.

  • 11:24 pm
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