| Random quotes, and talk about a great Texas woman I'm lucky enough to know. |
[5th.Feb.2008|09:07 pm] |
"You gotta stop wearing your wishbone where your backbone oughta be." - Richard from Texas, in Elizabeth Gilbert's Eat Pray Love.
Well, flist, I've had two big glasses of Yellowtail Pinot Noir this evening. I've watched American Idol - listen, I like singing and I like being judgmental occasionally, it's a family event, watching that show. I've accepted a counter-offer on The House. (Oh my god. I think I'm buying a house. Deep breaths, deep breaths.) I've squeed about that SGA S5 casting spoiler. I've checked the polls to see where the Dems are. I've learned exciting new things about the caucus system.
Right this minute, I'm lying in bed, listening to the heater blow and Zed purr. Outside, snow is falling fiercely and silently. It's weird - in the darkness it's almost impossible to see what's happening, unless you look at where the streetlight is - then you see wild curtains and skeins of snow, blowing horizontal, glowing sulfer-orange, wild and soundless and thick. (Sometimes I do hear the wind - it makes small, shy whistling noises at the window.)
I got an email from a family friend today, my sister's godfather Paul, an excellent musician who looks enough like Willie Nelson to have been asked for his autograph a time or two. (At least once that I know of, he gave the autograph, and the whole group of us - stopped in a tiny west Texas town on the way to a camping trip, four families' worth of giggling children and adults - got adored from afar by the cook at a greasy spoon diner.)
Paul's mother is in her 90s, a tiny Texas woman named Flomar, known to her grandchildren as Mimi. ( Another damned eulogy. Premature, this time, so maybe we can just call it rambling, and dammit, people I love need to stop getting older and keep being healthy. ) |
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