Category: comings & goings

If you want an explanation of the whole subprime mortgage situation check this out.

& Yes we’re back. Back in Brooklyn, land of pizza places and churches.

i’ve had a sinus headache for the past few days, one that comes back full force as soon as the 6 hours of advil runs out, and/or when the decongestant i’ve taken runs out.

if i haven’t taken both, i can still feel the pressure – at the back of my head, on my cheekbones, under my eyebrows, in my upper teeth. (i only feel it in my upper teeth when they’re really bad.)

i’m smoking a quarter what i used to, i switched to bone earrings (instead of metal, which conduct cold more easily), & wear a hat every day. a big one with ear muffs, even. & i snort hot water, take zyrtec… you name it. but still, this fucking headache.

i think it means there’s one hell of a storm coming on here, or maybe not. i tend to get them when a storm is incoming (betty gets the headaches as they’re leaving).

so if i seem particularly cranky lately, that may be it.

that, & the first paid work i’ve ever done where i thought i was appreciated for the full measure of my talents AND was paid enough to live on is ending.

jeez louise. in like a lion all right. i keep trying to catch sight of the lamb.

I walk home at dusk, after classes are over for the day, & watch while murders of crows gather in the bare tree branches on my block.

Later, at 10PM or so, I go out for a smoke on the front porch with a bruised apple in my pocket. I toss it to the side of the porch, and in a minute or so, a rabbit who’s been expecting me is gorging on apple while I smoke. Occasionally she gets up on her hind legs and gives me a once-over.

Even later, if I’m up late enough, the apple is gone, and an owl hoots from somewhere up & to the right of my ice-covered porch.

I feel like I’m becoming freaking Walt Whitman.

I’ve never had a week go by faster. Betty’s on a plane, already, returning to New York, & so, another month without her begins.