Thursday, December 4, 2008

my christmas tree in 2008



It's a rather dark-themed tree by default (dark red apples, brown sleigh bells -- which are really cute). I might drop by Target today to get some lighter ornaments. The bed skirt is a pillow case, by the way. So far the cats are leaving it alone, though I did just have to yell at Hobbes for trying to mess with the apple on the bottom right. Stupid cats.
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What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.