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Monday, June 27, 2011

so no one hears us but the sky

I am in a brown funk for which the dreadful Manti pageant is only partly to blame.

You know those times when it seems like you're trying to be a good parent and everybody is full of awesome advice and feedback about how you're too mean or too permissive or too inconsistent; or when you spend almost six years trying to make your house and grounds into a physical representation of your belief system and the city puts industrial zoning adjacent into your property; or when you find another place where you might possibly be able to be happy but it means you'd have to start over with a thirty-year mortgage instead of having your house paid off in twelve years; or when you are slaving away trying to complete a major project and you can't find your voice and everything comes out stupid and boring; or when you realize that everything that makes you unique is being done better by someone else? Those times? They are a drag.

I think I want to live in a Quonset hut. Hear me out: we could have one for common areas, with the kitchen and a living room, and one for bedrooms. I think it could be really cool and interesting.

I'm going to buy collars for the goat babies and start putting them on the milking stand. Long Tall Sally has one of those personalities that necessitate extreme handling to get her to comply with your wishes. But I think Julia and Lovely Rita are going to be great. They let me handle their junk, by which I mean the place where their udders will be, with minimal fuss.

Groceries was lost for a while. We were very sad and worried, but he came home last week. I don't know what he was doing for so long, but he came home with a pack of cigs rolled up in his sleeve, so I think he was into mischief.

5 comments:

Sarah said...

You know, this is probably one of those moments you need some B12...or maybe Iron?...or probably a combination of Magnesium and Potassium and Sodium? Crap. I dunno.

Here's what you CAN do. Eat yourself a bag of Lay's Potato Chips and a half gallon of ice cream and call me in the morning.

Sorry you're in a funk. :)

Tori said...

I'm sorry about the funk. But I think you're tops and I prefer your blog to most of the other billion out there. Getting listed on your sidebar was one of my proudest achievements in blogging. I think if you ever kicked me off I would pack up my blog in shame and never write again. :)

Jenny said...

I cant imagine that anyone would be doing your "uniqueness" better than you. You are one of a kind and I think you're great! Thanks for the fun day at Seven Peaks, and the threesome date last night!

amy greenway said...

Loyal, mostly anonymous reader here.

I recall a post about a year ago that saved my bacon. I was feeling like a lame-o due to an outside opinion. In your post you said that if you were never measuring up in someone's eyes they were using the wrong stick to measure you. I think you need to reread it and take your own advice. It speaks truth.

By the way, I was a New Yorker when you made the offer to do a cheese demo. Now I'm a Utahn and if you ever do another demo, I'm in.

Back to the internet shadows....

Layne said...

Thanks, you guys. You are kind and encouraging and I feel all warm and fuzzy, like maybe one day I'll be one of those wembel people whose gray dots won't stay on.

Wemmicks! That's what they are.