The other night I was sitting on the couch drinking wine and eating a piece of bite-size frozen cheesecake when I thought about disengaging in the glories of my gluttony in favor of working on Rich’s recommendation letter.
Rich is a professor I had in college who created the environment where my cartoons came to life. Actually, I only started drawing cartoons after he assigned a 10-page fiction story and mine was only 7 1/2 pages. Naturally, I drew cartoons to fill up space instead of coming up with more words. Look where we are now… You just never know where life is gonna take ya…
Rich emailed me a few weeks back to ask if I would be interested in writing him a recommendation letter for the full-time creative writing position at Fairhaven College. Of course I told him I would. I mean, the guy is a major key figure in my literary career, the least I could do is write a letter.
So right when I was enjoying the glories, you know what happened? Rich texted me and ruined all the fun. He asked me how I was doing, but I knew he was really just wondering if I had even put a damn word down for his recommendation.
Nope, I haven’t. I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it, though.
Sometimes when I can’t fall asleep, I listen to this astrologer’s podcast. So instead of using my insomniac phase to conquer Rich’s recommendation letter, I sat in my bed listening this stuff that causes me to think too much which then causes me to never fall asleep. Basically, this astrologer talks about what’s going on in the sky and how it’s going to influence our week ahead. Total bullshit, I know. I hate how much I like listening to it. Apparently on Monday, Mercury went into retrograde. I fucking hate when Mercury goes into retrograde. All the stupid people blame everything on it. People kill me. Sometimes I find myself blaming my shit on Mercury retrograde and then I just hate me.
I took a trip up to Bonners Ferry today with Mom and Katie. Katie is my older sister. I don’t think I’ve ever mentioned her before, so now you know. We ate lunch at this hip spot called Under the Sun. I got a cup of soup and a Greek salad. Katie got a tuna fish panini with extra pickles because she is pregnant. Mom got a panini too, but I didn’t pay attention to what kind she got. Katie also got a huckleberry dessert and boy, was it delicious! She actually shared, which is very rare because Katie never shares food.
Across the street from Under the Sun is a neat little bookstore called Bonners Books. It’s a very cool bookstore. You walk in and a little bell dings and an old man with silver hair and glasses greets you. I swear, all booksellers look like Dumbledore to me… All the good ones at least. The floors are covered in old wood and there’s a little black cat that roams around the store. It mostly leaves you alone, so it’s not creepy or magical or anything. It’s just there.
I left with a few good books. I picked up a copy of Oh, the Places You’ll Go! by Dr. Seuss for my little nephew. For me, I left with an old copy of Mark Twain’s The Diary of Adam and Eve, which I didn’t even know existed. Mark Twain is very funny and I think it will be good reference for the book I’ve been working on. I also left with old copies of Franny and Zooey by J.D. Salinger (so hip, I know) and also Slaughterhouse-Five by Vonnegut because I’ve never actually read it, not even for school.
So that’s it, there you have it. Mercury retrograde has not destroyed me yet. We’ve got until January 8th though, so I will keep you updated.
Today was a wonderful day.
Jeffery called me last night and asked if I wanted to grab breakfast at the Cedar Street Bistro downtown. Jeffery, aside from being my coworker, is a die-hard Scorpio. Naturally, I feel like I’m talking to a cosmic alien in 90% of our conversations. Jeffery dives deep into the unknown realms so you better not be afraid to hop on the ride if you want to learn or thing or two from him. I knew the moment I met Jeffery that we were going to be friends. I’m glad it’s working out for us. (more…)
Today Dad and I went kayaking in the Clarkfork Delta up in Hope, Idaho. That place is beautiful! It looked something like this:According to the weatherman, today was the last sunny day that we’re gonna see for a while and I could not be happier about it. It means I’ll actually start working on my book again.
We were the only ones in the delta. We heard some duck hunters blast their guns, but other than that it was just me and Dad. I didn’t see any ducks fall, in case you were wondering.
Mom knew Dad wouldn’t like the lentil soup I made earlier this morning, so she packed us a lunch. She made us PB&J sandwiches, cheese and crackers, and sliced apples. I made us tea, but Dad packed beer instead.
North Idaho’s beauty continues to amaze me. Coming home is something so new this time around. I feel like a whole new being, ready to explore and enjoy my new adventure in post-grad life. It certainly feels good to reconnect to my roots before I jet off anywhere new.
I’d never explored the delta before. It felt like I was in a jungle. It was swampy and delicious and brilliantly sunny with not a cloud in the sky. Ducks were singing their quack and flying over us all day. We spotted an osprey flying across the water and soaring up high into a Cedar Tree. Osprey stayed there until I was too stinkin’ loud and close for comfort.We ate Mom’s sandwiches on the rocks overlooking the bay and we talked about the good things. Dad drank a Guinness (an interesting choice for an adventure beer) and I sipped my cinnamon and orange tea, which was still burning hot courtesy of my trusty Stanley thermos.
Now I am home. I ate homemade macaroni and cheese for dinner and boy, am I ready for my bed.