novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- waltzing with the open sea i have three sets of friends getting married in august. i'm going to one of the ceremonies, the only one in california. i overheard two tiny women today, talking about their grandsons. and i said if you want her for forever you're going to have to pamper that girl a little. he told me he's never called her beautiful. never! can you believe that? the other woman shook her head in disbelief. that's what i said. i said, if you don't treat her right you'll have a dull wife on your hands. i don't mean stupid, i mean plain dull. the lights in her eyes, you know those twinkling eyes i'm talking about? the other woman nodded and flapped her hands in front of her like she was shaking out a dusty rug. yes, yes. of course i know. well i told him she'll just lose those eyes after a while. i told him you can't just sit on a girl like that. you just can't. that's right. you just can't. it is interesting to think of a person as a fire you have to maintain. (or a couple -- would they be two controlled brushfires in neighboring counties? a roaring fireplace or a campfire?) the first is probably true; maybe i'll see it in the stoic santa barbara church in august. i imagine the building surrounded by matilija poppies, her favorite flower. 12:18 am - 07.28.04 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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