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2002-05-29 || 7:13 p.m. || and i want to water the flowers in a housecoat and tube socks. || i am at home. and i think someone is playing the drums. which makes me a bit. jealous. because i know if i were to venture into the loud music playing the landlady would knock at/oPEn my door and tell me it is a violation of item 3.7 of my lease. i'm getting out the saw. but. i am at home. feeling like my mum who unceremoniously drops her work clothes in the hallway to lounge about with wine in a box (in my case orange crush) in her slip. i have this thing about slips. i talk about them too much. but i love them. i think i own. at least seven. there is a hot pink one somewhere. that one wears itself. and i don't know who is talking right now. i have been circling around online and i don't know which personality is writing this. but. things i have been meaning to write about: *my sister is in montana. she is in a trailer in the middle of the woods with wood paneling and bunk beds and no one to talk to. she called on saturday and before she said two words i knew she was crying. so i was crying. my poor kelly. and more than anything i wanted to fly over there. to storm that del taco grand opening in great falls the only way the hand sisters can. to play cards in the kitchenette and sit outside to listen to scary animals. to drive out to the cowboy bar and practice our midwesty*** accents. it hurt, her being sad and alone and full of that feeling i know very well, her being outside the all encompassing reach of a sisterhug. *but i am going to see my sissy in montana. this will be my summer adventure. i am driving with michael to her wee trailer, and on the way we will stop in small cities to draw pictures on diner place mats. we will argue and lay on the silent treatment and the white pickup truck won't know what to do with us. we will sing loud with johnny cash and watch cable in cheap motel rooms. we will scavenge thrift stores for coordinating travel outfits, complete with hats and striped socks and bracelets studded with plastic fruit. it. will. be. fabulous. and we will reach my sister and we will turn great falls upside down. we will shoot at cans on fenceposts with kelly's government-issue shotgun. we will hold fashion clinics for the sweatpant-clad and forlorn, and we will throw the finger at huey lewis and the news when they grace the main stage at the MT state fair. oh. dear. *becky and brian and i have mean plans for the house. it will be a house proper. there will be roses and hydrangea along the side wall and old linoleum in the kitchen. we will watch black and white movies. we will sing while doing dishes. my room will have curtains made of dotted swiss lace and you can come over whenever you want and we can dance to beat happening in the middle of the night. *i really hate the show friends but it doesn't keep me from watching it twice a night every night. ***post script: i would like to thank the state of montana for enlightening me on its location within our fair country. west vs. midwest and all that. being terribly left-sided in my spatial thinking i lose sight of these things. i do apologize. dag, jenny, get a map. guestbook || notes || archives || profile || photos || d-land |