Things have been noticeably quiet around here, huh? I'm sorry, but the silence will linger for at least a few more days as life decided to throw me a whole lot of lemons. And all I want to do is throw them back, but when I do I just get more. So I'm sitting here, getting pounded with these lemons because they say it's good for you; that it'll thicken your skin. But I don't know about that. It hurts.
Aside from dealing with copious amounts of acidic fruit, I’ve been reading Miranda July’s It Chooses You. In the few short hours I've owned it, it's moved me. For those of you who don't know, the book is about Miranda's journey of meeting strangers through the PennySaver. Feeling inspired - and since I've been trolling Craigslist for an apartment for the past two weeks, anyway - I decided I'd keep an open mind and embrace the strange connections that could arise from such searching. Then yesterday I clicked on an ad that I couldn't close. No, really. That spinny beach ball appeared and the ad stared at me for a good five minutes before Safari gave in and shutdown. But then I found myself sifting through Craigslist just to find this particular ad again. For some reason, I had a strong desire to know this person.
This person is a 62 year old retired forensic psychologist who lives in one of those historic mansions on Cheesman Park. With a front porch and a library and more bedrooms than one man needs. He's lived a lot of life, he's depicted the minds of criminals and he lives in one of the most beautiful neighborhoods I've ever seen. This man, I'm going to meet him in two hours. And I baked cookies just for the occasion.