coldly warm
Mar. 5th, 2003 07:03 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
gurdonarkToday the weather dropped down in the thirties, while the weather report promises a Saturday in the seventies. I wore a new suit, freshly hemmed and adjusted, to my meetings. I do not have a novel going now. I do not remember my dreams.
I do have a calendar that is filling near the brim. I have commitments to keep, and plans to make, but unlike the fellow in that song "The Cat's Cradle", I don't have any kids to neglect. A congressman on NPR today said we are but thirty days from war. A siren in the background tonight is sounding. I measure my lacks by curious things--it's been far too long since I really spent time browsing a dollar store, but at least I got to eat at Furr's cafeteria. I feel as though I owe too many people something in the mail, but I am nipping at my responsibilities one parcel at a time. I have this hankering to go fishing, and this hankering to set up an aquarium, and I know that these two impulses somehow don't go together. I see that the Dixie Chicks sold out their concert tour in hours last weekend, and yet, aspaularubia mentioned recently, I remember when their original (much cooler, more kitschy) line up played virtually any place in the Dallas area to essentially no applause.
I should take some inspiration from that, on some level, but I just cannot coda that we are all somehow Dixie Chicks inside. So I'll drive home from work instead, and eat pizza.
I do have a calendar that is filling near the brim. I have commitments to keep, and plans to make, but unlike the fellow in that song "The Cat's Cradle", I don't have any kids to neglect. A congressman on NPR today said we are but thirty days from war. A siren in the background tonight is sounding. I measure my lacks by curious things--it's been far too long since I really spent time browsing a dollar store, but at least I got to eat at Furr's cafeteria. I feel as though I owe too many people something in the mail, but I am nipping at my responsibilities one parcel at a time. I have this hankering to go fishing, and this hankering to set up an aquarium, and I know that these two impulses somehow don't go together. I see that the Dixie Chicks sold out their concert tour in hours last weekend, and yet, as
paularubia mentioned recently, I remember when their original (much cooler, more kitschy) line up played virtually any place in the Dallas area to essentially no applause.I should take some inspiration from that, on some level, but I just cannot coda that we are all somehow Dixie Chicks inside. So I'll drive home from work instead, and eat pizza.
