2007-04-01
Apparently this is the month (NaPoWriMo), as its also national Poetry Month. Henceforth, I shall have to get off my lazy ass. Updates shall arrive daily? I hope!
So I have given up the politics of small potatoes for the municipal offices of large ones, but these spuds have eyes and are the kind Italian grandmother would advise me to cut out and plant for next years crop.
Woe to me that it is Sunday and a dreary one when I have spent the better part of the day in my pajamas, thinking about cleaning then fleeing the messy kitchen, watching television in bed, where I dream of this municipal office at night and do my finest to push the idea of it from my mind during the day. Oh weekends when I want so much to get it done, but when I mostly manage to cook sub-par banana bread and make sure my dog does not vomit in the same spot twice.
She has taken to stealing objects from desktops, chocolate bars & wallets, bubble gum and corner choppers, and the result is indigestion. I wonder if we have done a dis-service to her nature by nicknaming her bandit. And now she is asleep.