Wednesday, June 11, 2008
in need of sequins
I'm eating a juicy, sloppy plum, right over my keyboard, and watching the trees start to bend in the wind. It's early for that today, but the wind doesn't wear a watch. And if you get mad at it, it just says something like, Sorry lady, I'm just passin' through...
Wind Season is unusually... windy this year. It sucks. Or blows, to be more accurate. All I can think of this morning is running off to join the circus. Can you still do that? I haven't seen a traveling Big Top around here in a long time. Maybe Cirque du Soleil has taken over the circus world. That would be sad. I couldn't possibly live in Las Vegas. And I'd miss the peanuts on the floor and the edgy freaks primping in their painted wagons. Ah well... they'd probably make me work in the ticket booth or the hot dog stand. That wouldn't suit me at all. I want to wear sequins and perch on the elephant's head, waving my arms in big, graceful greetings to the adoring crowd.
If I can't have that, well, forget it then. I'll just wait for wind season to pass, and hope that monsoon season isn't too dramatic this year. We thought we'd be in Oregon by now. We thought we'd be stopping at the Grand Canyon on the way. We thought we'd be visiting friends and relatives this summer, and going to the Gathering in Oakland. I even thought I was going to France, in just a few days, for a lovely artist's retreat. But try to make plans in this goofy world... God says, HA! Stay in Taos and eat a plum in the wind. It'll build character.
Character... I think I'll go dust off my tiara and wear it all day long, waving my arms at the trees, as they wave back at me. Does that count as character? Or is it just plain nuts? Wind can do that to you.