[FUNGI]

Find the animals

Banana and Nilla wafer frozen yogurt

Snausages...

[BEDTIME]
I am going to try the impossible: an early bedtime. I've chosen a weekend night for the challenge. A weeknight? Too ordinary and sensible.

I fear tomorrow's sunshine will bring about enormous pressure to be happy. I am not ready to be buoyant. It usually takes me weeks to understand which parts of the body to expose and which to keep covered. Shorts and rag socks? Okay. A turtleneck and short skirt, no tights? Yep. Windbreaker and wool hat? Yes. That's the kind of lopsided I'm talking about. Does anyone else feel opressed by the impending mandate to be happy? Merrill, can you hear me? On the other hand, I can feel my muscles start to relax when I go outside, instead of bunching up around the bone. And there's the my bike--I can't wait.

Yesterday was a bit of a downer and I tried to lift my chin up with a little tennis. I put on my little tennis outfit and trotted to the backboards, but--No!--they were filled with handball players. Sometimes if you linger and bat your eyes a little, a few handball games merge. But I could not play fey yesterday.

Lastly, I'm putting out an unrgent call: WHAT DO SNAILS EAT?
I am really worried the ASPCA is going to come knocking on my door, maybe with some video cameras in tow, if I don't get some victuals to these little guys. Help.

I hope to rise early without the inexplicable hangover--sugar? coffee?--tomorrow. I have so many books to read and one to write and a little sewing and hiking to do this weekend. Ciao for now. Ow.

Back to the Land--I mean, Grind

Progress? That wasn't the first word out of my mouth this morning when the construction began.

BLACK MAYONNAISE

Find: the breakfast of Campari and Frito's at the Continental President's Club. Find the person who wants to become a permanent member. Find the person who took a shower at the President's Club, just for fun.

[JUMPERS]




HURRY! Your knitting guide is here. They have enough to go around, but it might be a good idea to keep a penguin jumper around, just in case.

Find the: snails named Tiffany that flew home with me, mardi gras costume, wedding suit, katrina search markings, mardi gras costume 2, beignet powder, tired traveler...

[more to follow...]

[NOLA]
I'm back.


Eve's in love

Gone Fishing...In New Orleans. See you Monday.

I am going through lots of old photos and finding pairs and twins and bright colors I like. And hair standing on its end.

Listening to:

Tucker Mayer
Anni Rossi
Rollin Hunt

I predict we will hear a lot of them very soon.

The Diorama
This is a diorama from the City of David called "The First 30 Years." Made from carved balsa blocks, sprigs of plastic trees, and Christmas lights, the diorama was made by James Baxter, who was one of the colony electricians before he died. I love the diorama: it sits in the center of the museum. James told me that making this mini-city was his hobby. He used a clicking wheel to roll up the sides and seams of each building, in order to make it to perfect scale. When you stare down at it, you feel like the weird moon-shape circle with glasses that kids draw, to mean "God." You don't feel like God--just like that orb with glasses in the corner.

This is Augustus' ascension day as well. Most likely, he came in an Easter basket for some bratty child, and the parents threw him in a backyard once they realized buns don't like to be squeezed. He was found several months later in a backyard in Staten Island. It's not easy to survive in the wild, when you are at the very bottom of the food chain.

Augustus, I am so glad I found you--in a small cage stuffed in the back of the East New York Animal Shelter, next to a few snakes and a duck. You're a survivor. Happy Easter