From inside Hail Dark Aesthetics--one of my favorite shops in Nashville
At work, they are amused but not surprised that I know about the rally and that I was invited. The "Republican" or "Fox News", as he is known behind his back, a holdover from his first week on the job when he brazenly turned on the television in the lobby to said offensive channel, calls me "The Radical." I used to loathe him, but he grew on me like a tumor. We don't agree on anything, but he is sometimes funny. He posts up photos in his office of Trump and motivational quotes that give me the heebie-jeebies. They are all in black and white because he doesn't have access to the color printer. He has plastered them over a Kandinsky that a colleague left in that office. The work still partially peeks through. I begin to wonder if I might have synaesthesia as the artist did because whenever I look in there, I can certainly hear the colors drowning under it all and screaming. In spite of this, I let him borrow my phone charger every day, and he always returns it. He tells me he likes my hair this "standard color" because it is back to my natural color, dark brown. I secretly chuckle to myself and wonder what he'll think when I come in next week with a buzz cut (more on that later, it is deserving of it's own post).
She tells me that she is always surprised when I post my pictures of myself in my twenties when I only wore vintage, and I say, "Yeah, I was beautiful and thin." I just happen to find things more important now than being beautiful and thin. Old age will do that. So, I was pretty. Who cares? I really took to heart when I hit 34 that quote about as a woman not owing anyone pretty. I don't see the point in pretending to be modest about it all when wasn't anything special I did or any talent I developed.
I love the new house, and I'm discovering many things about it. I think it will be the perfect yard for picnics in the spring and summer. I must get one of these. Then, I'll be able to tie Mearl-Purvis (my pug) to a tree near me, and she and I can laze about reading books and chewing sticks. You can decide who will do which. There's a perfect tree to sit under, and beneath another tree, I think I discovered a rose bush. I hope so! Kelly used to have a rose bush at his old house, and when we were dating, he would sometimes bring roses for my blue bud vase. Then, when I moved next door to him, he had the roses and I had a gorgeous hydrangea bush. We both had pecan trees in our backyards in our side by side campus houses, and our new house has a pecan tree, too.
I have almost bought out the Asian grocery in town of Green Fields Thai Tea. It's makes me sing silly songs and laugh at myself, and Kelly laughs too and says, "Someone's in a good mood." Really, I suspect it's just the good hit of sugar. I took home some of these Green Tea cakes. They remind me of Fig Newtons, but they have Green Tea mixture in them instead of Fig. I also have already finished the Peanut Mochi I bought.
We are waiting for a new bed to arrive so in the meantime, Kelly is sleeping on the couch, and Mearl I sleep on an air mattress in the bedroom, back to back like Girl Scouts. She is tiny and furry, of course, but she snores loudly. I love her stupid wrinkled face so much. I love her marble eyes, and I love how she farts and bites and sleeps under all the blankets with her head on the pillows. In the morning when my alarm goes off, she lays on my chest and yawns with her "bubble tape tongue" unfurling as Kelly calls it.