Hi Darling Ones,
Wendell decided at 9:36 this morning that sleeping time was over. You can see I captured the moment for posterity. At first I was affronted by his rudeness and demands for affection. But then I realized he was saving me from one of my most annoying recurring dreams, a mashup about my trust issues with my mom and my anger with Sister #3. So, I guess I owe the vengeance demon an extra belly rub.
I did not come here to work out my family issues in letter format to strangers on the Internet. Not that I’m above that, I just don’t feel like it today.
Today I feel like telling you how very much I love October.
First, there is the weather. October gives you the very best Minnesota weather has to offer. Sometimes it’s ass hot, and sometimes it’s fucking cold, but mostly it’s glorious — warm days, cozy, snuggled in a blanket nights.
Second, I love Libras. Two of my all-time favorite people were born in October (Jaycie & Maxwell).
Finally, and most importantly, it’s the light. The sun isn’t punishing like it is in August. Or deceptive like it is in January. In October the sunshine filters through the tree in my front yard and spreads dappled light throughout the living and dining rooms. There’s something soothing and hypnotic about the shimmery leaf shadows on everything the light touches. when I look at the the way the light plays across the crap in my house it’s hard to keep the black scribble in my brain going. To most it would look like I’m vaguely smiling at my coffee table, but it’s more than that.
I’m smiling at the coffee table while breathing in the scent of the chicken stock simmering on the stove. The only thing more wholesome would be some freshly-baked chocolate chip cookies. I’m also listening to my new-favorite already defunct band’s 2010 self-titled debut album Allo Darlin’.
Allo Darlin’ fell into my world randomly while I was listening to some Spotify playlist. The snippet of a Weezer song in the middle of “Kiss Your Lips” caught my attention and never let go. Plus, in the song “Silver Dollars” they sing this line, “And though you say we’re just friends and that this love is purely platonic, I’m hoping that you’ll forget after this round of gin and tonics,” which feels lie a line out of one of my journals.
I have more to say about that line and this band in particular, but not today because the one bad thing about October is the light is fleeting. Soon the greyness of November will sap my will to live. For now, I want to spend some more time smiling at the coffee table while I can.