it's wednesday
Wednesday today. My Dad’s birthday is this week. He will be 60. I wonder what he thinks about that.
I remember when my cousin turned 30 and I thought; damn that’s old. I’m thinking that right now about my dad. 60, damn that’s old.
Only thirty years away for me. Not that far away.
Staring out the window this morning. Lots of squirrels running through the trees. I’m listening to Matt and Shane’s Secret Podcast. Matt is interviewing Devan Costa and Conner McNutt; it’s an ok episode. Nothing special.
This week has been intense so far. I’ve written about it but not posted; maybe I will, maybe I won’t. I don’t know.
Didn’t wear my cpap again. My dad mentioned he could hear me snoring last night. Makes sense I was tired. Fighting and freezing and fawning. Interesting. One of the trees has a lot of pinecones; apparently that’s a sign of the tree not being healthy. Says my mom.
Young trees; old trees. Running around. Biking. Calling. Bird.
Soundcloud. Ear plugs. Horse. Books. Guitar. Cords.
Hard to think. Hard to sink. Sass. Community. Rocks. Scary, scary, scary. Job. Terrified. Highway. Byway. My way.
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
Air. Dust. Dogs. Barking. Field. Land. Ugh. Oof. Bush. River. Creek.
We’re so back. It’s so over. Six Seven. Bing bong, fuck your life. Falling over. Death. Decay. Mushrooms. Compost.
Skeleton. Halloween. Fountain. Rome.
Fear. Monkey. Mouse. Never been the same. Bridge. Avoid, avoid, avoid.
Exhaust. Exhaustion. Exclaim. Exclamation!
Big cup of water.