July 8, 2006

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  Giddiness, Book Sales

  
  

  & Gardening

  
  

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  I went to a book sale yesterday, it was a 2 hour drive and so I was treated to 4 blessed hours of  time alone in the car, music blasting and brain cranking.

  
  

   I thought about things.

  
  

  I listened to the Bay City Rollers sing “Saturday Night” and remembered my older sister buying the 45 and playing it over and over.  She would lay on her bed and look up at her BCR posters on the ceiling and I would torment her by saying “you looooove LEZ, you love LEZ” (his name was Les but I mispronounced it once and she had such a hissy fit that I had to keep saying it in order to make her brain pop.

  
  

   Making my sister’s eyes bulge in irritation really pleased me when I was young.

  
  

   

  
  

    As I drove along, I thought about the air filling my lungs and the goodness there is in that.  I thought about the sandy hills and the rough blueberry bushes growing there and the bears deep in the green forest. 

  
  

   

  
  

  I spent some time waiting in line for the book sale (I often do).  I thought about the hairy-ness of some men’s legs and the lack of hair on others.  I hummed little tunes to myself,  smelled some Lily of the Valley blooming nearby, read some Captain Underpants (it was all I had in the car) and ate 37 tic-tacs.

  
  

   

  
  

  During the book sale I thought about books for 2 entire hours.  This, I love.  I bought about 250 of them and was pleased with the day’s haul. I have books to sell and read and consider and stash away like small gifts to myself.

  
  

   

  
  

      I drove home thinking about wilderness and small, small towns and the summer’s passing and the flash of red as the sun sets and the occaisional numbness I still get on my right side.  I thought about bills and things I want to write and how I always end up writing things like this instead because I need to empty my brain.  I thought about painting and photography and things that feed my spirit and I thought about the ways in which it hurts, too. 

  
  

   It hurts because I am opening up and this is not always easy.

  
  

   

  
  

  I think about these things in such rapid succession as my brain tries to make up for being so fully occupied the rest of the time.

  
  

  I rarely have time to think and my brain has some catching up to do.

  
  

  I am learning.

  
  

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  Gardening is good; sometimes I am alone and can think my very own thoughts.

  
  

    

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  This is not to say I lack for good company,

  
  

  I have the very, very best.

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  It’s about balance

  
  

    

  
  

   

  
  

  All of it.

  
  

   

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