Journal Entry 6.18.22
It started out fine, you know, the way days do, with the potential to be perfectly and beautifully ordinary and not too hot because of the storm but then I got a phone call. You know how I feel about phone calls. Some unknown number reaching toward me with its Gollum arms – as if I am a mind reader, as if I can possibly know if I want to talk to them, or what they will want, or whether I can provide it, or whether I would if I could in the first place. So I had to worry about that for awhile, then I had to go out and get the spray paint when I saw the pansies my friends gave me.
I answer the phone when they call because I know either they won’t want anything or if they do I will do my best to respond to it, that’s how I know they’re friends. Anyway I’ve had theses pansies for three months now – they keep walking right up to the brink of death or rather I keep leading them there but they never quite jump and I never quite push them. Each time I notice them just before it’s too late, each time I water them and hope against hope that they’ll respond to the water and so far each time they have, but how long can it last? I guess we’ll see.
Then I went upstairs and organized the kid’s room which was such an ordeal I seem to have blocked it out but I’m probably not finished, we’ll see about that too. Then I went back outside because I remembered I have to spray paint this planter – we’re getting a cat. And that’s a problem for me because of the litter situation or at least I think it will be so I’m putting the litter in a box disguised as a planter but the planter is ugly so I’m painting it white and if I don’t do it soon it won’t have time to air out before the cat has to use the bathroom and I wonder sometimes if I don’t just make more trouble for myself than anyone else ever could make for me.
No, it’s not just you. I, too, will be multitasking and end of watering the plants sporadically and close to the door to the room with litterbox instead of…
Lol that makes me feel better
Fun, and yeah we probably all make more trouble for ourselves than anyone else could. Also a phone number with “Gollum arms”!
I heard that phrase “with her gollum arms” on 30 rock a long time ago lol
Elegantly simple and the self reflection at the end, as others have said.” I wonder sometimes ” too.
This really works as a prose poem. I love the run-on quality of it. It’s fun of mundane details that become oddly meaningful
It’s all about the mundane, but it still holds our attention because we’ve all been there. Every next detail introduces something new and we just want to see where it goes.