I didn’t wake up this morning expecting to meet Kathy Acker. But by way of an article Neil Gaiman wrote about Kathy, which randomly popped up in the form of a phone notification during my morning less-than-satisfying espresso I recently ordered because it was 200 pods for so so cheap, I became fascinated with her in a very short time. The time it took to read the article and then Google her and read more articles. Then I ordered some of her books, which should arrive in, surprise, two days. And now I am listening to Pussy, King of the Pirates on Spotify. Which also means I am being introduced to Mekons, a British post-punk band formed in the late 1970s as an art collective. And because I just finished a book last night, I will finally finish reading The Sandman: Preludes & Nocturnes by Neil Gaiman, as a sort of thank you. These are the days I live for. They arrive like a very satisfying shot of espresso.
After the espresso, while washing my cup along with the remaining dishes from last night’s dinner, Josh ambled into the kitchen to fill the electric kettle for his morning tea before his 8th grade classes begin, and said in his monotone way, “the snow is extra sparkly today.”
And here I was, turning the sponge around and around inside a cup, blissfully content if this day were to get no better. And then it did. So I opened the back door to the deck where the snow had grown a couple of inches overnight, squatted and captured the sparkly snow as best I could. Which reminded me of capturing proof of the elusive rabbit eating the Timothy hay yesterday. The sky was so bright and blue. And is again today.
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