Thursday, April 12, 2007
Three Feet Of Water
In my freezer at this moment, I have two ice-cube trays with tiny ice-cubes shaped like the state of Texas, four bottles of vodka (all flavored, none that seem as good as they did when I bought them; two are blue-colored and called Envy. Like the emotion, the bottle is lovely, the taste is not), and half a pack of cigarettes left from a friend of mine who smokes (why I keep them in the freezer is a mystery even to me). In my refrigerator, I have six cans of Dr. Pepper, one can of Sprite, two bottles of Rose's Lime Juice, two bottles of mustard, and a jar of olives. Even so, I'll go downstairs from time to time and hang on the door, thinking that maybe there is something to eat that I have missed. I can hear my mother, long dead, saying, Do you think things are going to change because you're looking at them?
Which, I must admit, is a good question. When I was a little girl, a friend of mine did a rousing rendition of Hall and Oates' "Private Eyes" complete with pseudo-seductive hand gestures while resting on a raft in the inflatable swimming pool in our backyard. My dad started clapping at the end, saying in all sincerity, That was great!, and my friend nearly died of embarrassment. I'd have never done it, he said, if I knew your dad was watching. He tried to drown himself, but the pool wasn't deep enough for him to even get his hair all the way wet. Death, it seemed, was not to come that day even though statistically most drownings occur in less than three feet of water.
Michelle's Spell of the Day
"I have a gift for enraging people, but if I ever bore you it will be with a knife." Louise Brooks
Drinking memoir suggestion: Lulu in Hollywood Louise Brooks
Benedictions and Maledictions
Thanks for all the great answers to yesterday's question about The Sopranos. My own answer changes, depending the situation, but if pressed, I'd have to say Tony, a man more tired than a stripper on the late shift at the Bada Bing. And thanks for the encouragement for Baby Grouchie. I shall post his work as it comes; I suspect he will be a minimalist like his mother, and the segments, although teeny-tiny, will pack a punch.