Bayou update
The sky is filled with big puffy clouds and the bayou is glassy and dark, very mysterious looking. Today one of my neighbors wrote about the Disney ducks and the mess they are creating on the other side of the bayou from me. Hail hail. Meanwhile, the writer also went on to note the plethora of canoes that are now in some form or another lining the bayou making the banks of the bayou look like a week after Katrina. Speaking of which it’s hurricane season, when I was thinking about the raw emotional state I find myself in as I nervously wait to see if mom will get off the vent this week, whether I can make it through the sixth week of the family visit from Croatia, whether or not attorney number two is going to give us the green light on this adoption book that has taken most of the summer to prepare, what skin care to use on my wrinkled aging skin, how to fit yoga into an already crammed day, and how to find enlightenment in this time of darkness, I have to say I have a strong desire to borrow my neighbor’s rifle and sit on the porch and pick off those fluffy white Donald’s just for the pure fun of it.
Yes, I’m scrappy, but I’m from here and inside everyone who is from here is a pull to the dark side, the tidal force of mischief, and so there it is.