July 2010
For Sarah, who turned thirty-five today ------------- Rain is the mood. A silver black cloud. A turn for the worse, a run for cover. Pelting and puddling and Crossing the street is simply a swim for shore. But I swim it gladly. Coat pulled over. Parcels dripping. Two faces watch behind warm glass. His little hands clapping. She is thirty-six in a coastal Maine downpour. And she wanted Red Velvet Cake. 7.16.10 * * * For the most part, July has been uneventful in the Roll-O-Rooter plan. I don't do well in heat, and what that really means is I don't do well above 75-degrees. (Thus, my exodus to Maine some years ago) I fear July and August will simply show me as a lazy, no-account slaggard who lies around on his weekends off, catching up on sleep and pounding whiskey sours. So be it. The good news is my 401k has not been lying around drinking this month, and has seen a nice bump. All the money from the hotel-photography route is going straight into the bank, and this Gas & Food bucket is filling nicely. Wish I had thought of this years ago, I might be on the road by now. Made a few sales on Craigslist, like a ton of sheetrock I brought up from the remodeling effort in my Virginia basement ($120), as well as the rolls of insulation from the same effort ($150). Things like the papasan chair for $25 and the gas grill for $30. Whatever can find it's way out in this heat. Here's a great little cooler/freezer I scored for the truck...plugs into the lighter. Perfect for my needs.  * * * Tortuous heat. Damned tortuous heat. Chasing her legs all the way up and still she tastes like sweat. I crave her sweat but I'll be glad for October. And then the Winter blankets. But today is a day where lovemaking is in the mind. Damned heat. Today is in the mind. The dreams. The pause. Her skin sticks to mine. A place between comfort and passion. Damned Virginia Summer. 7.24.10 August 2010 Attacking The Debt It's All About Burning Man |