Notes From Me

Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Guitar, Guitar and So Much Wind Outside

It's starting to make sense. I learned strumming and some minor chords today. With a human's proclivity to name things, I was thinking about giving or finding a name for my guitar. Our living room has four enormous windows of frosted glass (privacy, privacy) so the plants and fence and sky outside look impressionistic, right now wildly because of the crazy wind that is making our gate crash and crash.
What are joss sticks?

posted by lux at 6:12 PM
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3 Comments:

JJJ commented at 1/12/2005~: Ah, the fence. Yes, I have many vivid memories of that fence and how it's filled with water when and where you least expect it. My consciousness haunts your house (and neighborhood) quite often. On some level, I feel as if I'm still there. I can somewhat feel the new chill, so different from my experience, and sense the kitchen cold and darker too. Creaky stairs and spiders perched, prepared to leap upon your head and suck out all your teeth.
lux commented at 1/13/2005~: Mon ami, you make our house sound a bit spooky. Do you remember sunlight on those stairs when you stand at the bottom in the afternoon or the living room filled with warmth when the rest of the downstairs is in shadow? The spiders have packed up and left for the winter. I have six blankets on my bed. There's a kotatsu in the adjoining room between me and Jo's rooms.
kt commented at 1/13/2005~: whereas here at my job there is only the low hum of the heater, ringing unanswered phones, 'pauline en la playa' on the stereo, and hollow walls.

incense, by the way

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