Voicemail? What's that?

Dear Friend! I just got your voicemail...like, I don't know, a week late. I'm so sorry! The phone is the devil you know, and as such, I try to avoid it most of the time. But I am so sorry I missed your call! I can't believe that a homeless man licked your face! SICK IDIOT! Ugh, but I digress...

Anyway, you should call me again, you know, the next time you have a break. And we should chat about the state of things, here in the desert and there in the trees. That would make me happy.

I miss you terribly. I'm struggling with the onset of summer and all this free time I have that clearly, should be being spent with you. I dislike the entire situation, and I'm going to have to demand that you come home at once. Goose is currently nodding in agreement.

Here's a picture for you, from dress up time in the desert land. I think maybe, I'd watched a bit too much Repo! before getting started. There's also some Dia de los Muertos in there too I think (but you can't really see my flower wreath in this photo). Who knows. I had a fun time, and really that's all that matters.




P.S. Goose was supposed to post song of the day yesterday and failed. FAILED! Please be sure and rub that in. I miss you terribly dear friend. Hope all is well. Lots of love.

Poker night

Well tonight Goose is out playing poker with the guys and I've been left to my own devices...on a few conditions. First, that I won't try to clean anything lest I get carried away trying to re-organize everything, and two that I don't demolish the nice clean house.

This leaves me with limited options. I've been coping by watching the musicals Goose hates (Oklahoma, South Pacific), and playing dress up. It's been fun times. (But I have made a bit of a mess...)

In that spirit, song of the day is my all time favorite song from a musical:




We get packages from home,
We get movies, we get shows,
We get speeches from our skipper
And advice from Tokyo Rose,
We get letters doused with perfume
We get dizzy from the smell!
What don't we get?
You know darn well!



Well Dear Friend, we miss you terribly. I promise to write you letters from the trenches as we're crawling across Utah, and to collect shiny things for you. I wish you were here, and that I could take you with us on this upcoming adventure, but for now I guess, this open letter is going to have to do. Love you lots.

Song of the Day for Yesterday

Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me

I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms...

Restless.

Oh Dear Friend, I'm incredibly restless and nothing I do seems to appease me. We went out to Joe's for lunch and then stopped in at Goodwill and the Bass Pro Shop to pick up some things for the trip. We were looking for a magnesium bar or a strike stick or something similar, but failed to find anything there. We're going to check out REI later, I think. We did get some tackle boxes for holding small fossils, put together a first aid kit, and picked up some flashlights. We also got some night crawlers to feed to our fish.

That's pretty much all that I know.

We're going to read some more How We Are Hungry and wait for the time to pass.

Hope you're well, lots of love from us to you.

Song of the Day for The Day Before Yesterday

Song of the Day for Yesterday

O+S makes me happy. It's they guy from Remy Zero + half of Azure Ray, which is a blissful combo if you ask me.




It's not a new life
It's the same old one...

What we lose in the fire

we gain in the flood.

I love this song. Really, really love it.



This week somehow both dragged on forever and flew by. Time seemed to pass at an impossibly slow rate. The second had made it's way around the clock face like it was covered in molasses. And yet, before I knew what hit me it was Friday night and the week was done.

I have nothing particularly interesting to say about it.

I'm a bit grouchy. And restless. And I sort of hate all things. But this is just what I like to call the pre-vacation blues. It's this intolerable bit of time between when I realize it's almost time to get the heck out of here, and the moment when I'm actually able to leave. In this case, it's about a week and a half of irritable, anxious, damn near intolerable me.

But never mind that. You'll love me anyway. Right? :P

I miss you terribly dear friend. Terribly indeed.