Meanwhile: the kids had burritos for breakfast: now we're off to the pool for swimming lessons, then to Carson's birthday party at a fitness club at 1pm, then home/bath for the kids & me ; then Aurora's getting picked up for a sleep-over at Piper's house at 5pm. Looks like a pretty busy day.
Sunday nothing's planned : except I'm secretly planning to relax. ;) We'll see if that works out for me.
Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
that every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he's a pretty good read.
But God who'd wanna be?
God who'd wanna be such an asshole?
-"Bukowski" by Modest Mouse
I've totally got that song stuck in my head & I blame novamx3 for giving me a copy of it: heh, man - I found Bukowski on my parent's bookshelf when I was in 4th grade - I didn't understand a lot of it, loved some of it, disliked other poems - it was a hot orange cover book of poems bound with a unique binding and heavy paper, so it felt literally denser and heavier then the other same-sized paper books: It really intrigued me - and I just loved how the words sounded when I read the poems aloud: like music, so rhythmic & sliding around in one's mouth like words strung well together can do - awesome poems. Ah well, he was also a jerk & a drunk - too bad, really. He probably had a pretty sad life; but I guess no one really knew if that were true, except himself.