home and happy and grateful about it

merry christmas. so say we all.

an actual place. a sad, ridiculous, actual place...

where you can take classes in dealing with
- stress
- anxiety
- rejection
- anger
- jealousy
- craps

Yep, I've had about enough. Put me on the next plane to anywhere.

another cool thing hanging on the wall in the Reich-Sharpe house

I'm in Vegas visiting the in-laws. Vegas is silly. I hate it and I also like it. Sam won $100 playing blackjack. I spent most of the day in the pool so we're fine.

Things I like about Vegas:
- it's colorful
- ample amounts of public restrooms and your guaranteed proximity to one no matter where you are.
- no exposed wiring or electrical cords anywhere AND YET there are plenty of places to plug in your laptop.
- the fact that ten thousand years from now, our descendants will examine the ruins of this town and wonder why we built all this shit in the desert.

Berkeley

Just found this poem taped inside the door of my niece's bedroom closet. It's called Wild Geese by Mary Oliver. My niece Ella is three so I doubt she taped it up there herself. From the look of it, I bet it's been there for years.

Today I...
- ate a lot of chocolate covered pomegranate seeds
- slid down a giant cement slide a bunch of times
- walked through a rose garden
- lost at gin rummy
- won a few games of Egyptian rat screw
- put Ella to bed after reading "Ella Takes the Cake" twice

"Let the soft animal of your body love what it loves" is a great line. Sometimes great lines make me jealous because I wish I wrote them myself, but I don't feel that way about this. I'm just happy it exists. I'm happy it exists in part because my soft animal loves chocolate covered pomegranate seeds and was looking for validation.

Not enough cats.