I am housesitting in Stone Ridge, New York. My friends Matt and Alyssa left for Lake Ontario with their one-year-old Julie. They left me their home, and their cats, as my own.
I am floating.
Not listless but wistful, I stand before two weeks of possible solitude. Ride my bike. Strech. Breathe.
I read an ancient Chinese prescription for healthy living: begin every cleansing with a ten day diet of brown rice.
Beginning August 9th I will ingest only brown rice until I feel normal.
The more the words, the less the meaning, and how does that profit anyone?
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
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2 comments:
uncle bens?
any sense of normalcy yet?
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