Sunday, July 29, 2012

in the meantime

It's been raining for about five days, and the rain's been keeping me out of my garden, which I suppose is a fine thing.  Perhaps I've had other things to do.  I'm not really sure.  My roommate's been out of town for a week, on the Cape, and I've been spending a lot of time alone, so much that when someone asks me what I've been up to—well, we've been down this road before.  Last night I went out for one night cap, and the old drummer for Sebadoh, who was also seated at the bar and drinking a Coors Light, immediately started accosting me, asking me if I remembered his name.  Yeah, it's Eric, I said.  And then Sasha pulled up a stool beside me and asked me what I'd been up to.  How to tell people you barely know about your life?  Generally, I claim that I have no idea how I spend my time, and sometimes that's the truth.  Yesterday the rain kept me inside.  I mended my wallet and made this video postcard.  One day soon I shall fill my sink with ice water and prepare my sweet corn for the freezer.  In the meantime, this one minute and seventeen second postcard will have to do.    


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