In New York you can forget, forget how to sit still*

i’m going to New York! for the weekend. And I want to visit the Strand Bookstore! we shall see. I will think the trip a great success if we sisters are able to get along mostly and love each other and our uncle and if that happens, then heck, i don’t care what else happens. but we will go see two plays, i am excited and i shall dutifully report on them to you.

God keeps providing the people i need to talk to each day. Coral was the one today. i love her family, i love anna and those boys. i had dinner with them once, just me, and i just ate it up–the food and their familyness, their siblingness that’s so abrupt and peaceful at the same time.

one of the boys, nate, is going to work on a farm for two months, six days a week. i admire anyone who is that smart and can also handle and wants that hard work, good grief! i wonder if i could handle farm life? i pretend to be such a mountain girl, and in some ways i am one, but really i just like vegetables. especially fresh corn on the cob.

when i was small i wanted the life of a movie star or model. i mostly just wanted to be that kind of beautiful, that worshiped, i suppose. now i am so so grateful to live the life i am living right now…. hovering somewhere near middle class, living in the country, anonymity. mostly i’m just glad the street i live on is there and i can go walk on it and pick endangered flowers and look at the greenness and make up stupid songs and roll my eyes at the boys with their trucks that don’t impress me, no para nada!

basically cities like new york freak me out. i could live there for a small amount of time, perhaps a week… but where do relationships start and finish, and how do your shoulders ever relax when always surrounded by people and buildings and concrete and cars? i will love the visit, hate the stay.

*U2.