Thursday, July 30, 2009

there are no words.

Not for me, not today. I wander aimlessly from room to room, avoiding the dishes in the sink. I listen to the cicadas and drink coffee well past morning. I'm reading 3, no 4, books - switching back and forth between them until they become a jumble of time travelers, monster hunters, women with guns, and magicians. Somehow it might all make sense, or will sometime in the future - I have faith.

A thick layer of clouds hangs overhead, making the light soft, as if filtered through skim milk. I think of the peppers that won't ripen this year and sigh - I'll have no spice to carry me through the winter.

The cats are scattered about the house, warm puddles of nap and fur, sighing as they stretch in their sleep. I whisper to them and receive a whisker twitch or a flick of a tail in response.

I need to get out of the house.

13 comments:

Jay G said...

Go to the range!

Ed Skinner said...

Two bean tostadas and a machaca beef taco, hard shell, from Carolina's always fixes me up. (You'll to come up with the air fare to Phoenix, however.)
Then again, a green chili burro served enchilada style can be just as much a mood fixer-upper.

Mad Saint Jack said...

Take a road trip to Fin Feather Fur, and the Grampa's Cheese Barn.

doubletrouble said...

Hm.
Purty good for "no words"...

Crucis said...

My usual workplace is 30 steps downstairs to the dungeon. It's a walkout family room/home office and is dark with trees all around blocking the sun.

I try to get out at least once a day. Otherwise, I get a severe case of cabin-fever. I can understand your mood.

WV: rusto
That's surely how I feel on some days...

Anonymous said...

Post 1919 letdown? I recommend chocolate, and a walk outside. :)

dantesfiringrange said...

"Post 1919 letdown? I recommend chocolate, and a walk outside. :)"

... And clean your carry gun. Chocolate with a whiff of Break Free will chipper that mood right up.

Steve R said...

Not sure what to do for your funk, Breda. Coffee, and clean the Bersa. A couple of naps, maybe.

I simply had to reply though, mostly because of the word verification that popped up: apedip.

That was too funny to let slide.

atlharp said...

Gun withdrawal!

Man girl hit the range!

Mark Alger said...

On the other hand, it's always nice to have a day off work.

(Just tryin' t' see the bright side.)

M

Matthew Carberry said...

"... warm puddles of nap and fur"?

That is beautifully evocative.

I hope you occasionally think of binding some of these posts and adding to your librarianal duties.

Mad Saint Jack said...

Usually it is the dog that leaves warm puddles around the house...

Bob said...

Kill zombies! It's fun!