here's to you, wills! hope your day is really great, free from knee injury, and full of red hat ladies & fajita burritos.i didn't take that picture, but i did take this one -
went to hear derek trucks band at the visulite on saturday and was amazed at how good he was. playing with some funk soul bruthas, he was calm, cool & collected & totally in control while doing mind-blowing stuff with his giant monster hands, making the guitar look like a kid's toy.
(found this picture on google images)
next day went to lake norman for lots of holiday cheer and a mini modeling shoot with these friendly folks
also at brunch sunday lisa's silverware was sticking together magnetically for some reason
i'm sleeping with a Giant Carolina Wolf Spider. I thought he was a hallucination or a tarantula but my good friend the internet made me doubt it because tarantulas don't usually live near here. last night for the 3rd time (at least) in the past few weeks i've woken up in the middle of the night to see a tarantula somewhere on the bed & i scream & or suck in air & jump out of bed & turn on the light & grab for something flat & heavy to kill him/shield myself & he flashes away somewhere so fast & when i work up courage to follow him where he sprinted to, he's vanished.
the dogs are no help, they don't even seem to notice. he's huge, like 4 inches wide looks like a serious tarantula in the dark. he can live for 3 years. if i die of mysterious causes like a heart attack in my bed sometime soon, this is why.
i went down to the garage yesterday and there was a cat in there! it ran inside the basement when i opened the garage door & i didn't have time to find it or deal with it right then so i left the garage door open hoping it would find its way out while i was gone.
somebody's been dancing on my windshield
i'd heard noises down there the night before but just kind of ignored them thinking it was people banging around in the garbage cans out front because it was garbage night.
when i got back i heard it meowing from somewhere in the tower of cardboard boxes i have in the basement so i got a broom & got holden & nacho to go down with me to try to sniff the bugger out. they were pretty useless until they heard it meowing & then they went nuts barking and jumping towards it so i had to send them upstairs. it had a collar on saying its name was JIMICA but the phone number listed was out of service.
i called my landlady/neighbor to see if she knew anybody who had a gray & brown kitten with white feet but she didn't. she told me that she just got a call from another neighbor that a BEAR was seen walking down my street the night before. there's a lot of development going on in the area and you're not allowed to shoot bears in the city of asheville so i guess it's kind of a problem with bears coming into neighborhoods and eating dogs that bark and run up to them. so i need to find a way to make holden & nacho afraid of bears.
anyway i took the kitten jimica squirming in my hands door to door through my neighborhood & found his home across the street. the guy who lives there said he'd been missing for a couple days.
JFK new york sat on the runway 2 hours waiting to take off arrive in Cincinnati 30 minutes after my flight the last flight to asheville left. got hotel voucher took Marriott shuttle with 10 other people Delta screwed one girl about 25 years old trying to get to Memphis for a funeral mother and daughter to Louisville calling for substitute teacher for tomorrow everybody trying to get home check into hotel elevator to second floor turn left to room card out ready to swipe turn corner & there's the girl going to funeral outside her room next to mine with her rolling suitcase next to her pants around her ankles squatting in front of her door peeing i said 'oh!' she said 'sorry' & scooted back closer to her door i said 'that's okay' she kept peeing i swiped my door key card & went in my room
to do a flip you have to trust yourself that you'll see the horizon again on the other side the flip side because you can't do a flip staring at the horizon
i think things took a turn for the worse with my "social development" when i found out we'd be moving that summer from rhode island to new york.
the last quarter, she enjoyed having me in class because i got 99% on all their stupid standardized tests. i mean give me a break.
the red stamps up top are from chuck e. cheese which gave half off dinner to kids who brought their report cards & had some G's or E's or something like that. the grease marks are from there too.