this imploding heart

the stars at night...

Can I, once again, bring up the fact that the only Chinese restaurant in Coeur D' Alene Idaho has bible verses painted on the windows in that weird faux-chinese font? It's too weird, you guys. It's just too weird.

I think I've quadrupled my body weight in 5 days. Every time I try to go for a walk, my mother says "Oh, Sonya. The roads are entirely covered in ice, and you know we don't have streetlights in this neighborhood. You're sure to be struck dead by an out of control Suburban or something. Eat this pie."
But tonight we did some sitting up, and pushing up, and explaining to dad how we thought the whole reverse pushup thing I tried with Cake really should have worked, and after all that, donned my one pair of pants and went for a walk round the old hood. Here are some realizations, and some re-realizations.

1: Holy Shit, man! Stars!
Yes man, stars. I stared up at the sky, running lightly then holding my feet flat and equidistant to slide over the cement while looking at the stars. I didn't fall once.

2: Walking in snow is an entirely specific feeling.
Like walking in space and walking underwater has got to be entirely specific, walking on snow is like walking through a roomful of sleeping bags, some of them with ankles to trip over inside. Snow kinds of sucks you in. Slows you down. Snow has something to tell you, or something against you, but you probably wont find out which.

3: Big giant houses frequently only have 2 people living in them.
Which is just kind of a weird idea for me now that when you're 2 people, i'ts pretty hard to have your own house. Most houses I know have at least 4. Isn't it kind of a pain to have that much empty house?

4: Dogs, they love to bark. They love to get each other barking. Bark Bark Bark Bark Bark.
It was fun to hear them all, all the differnt dog voices as I walked through the street. Go, Dog, Go!

and when I arrived back at the family homestead, mom was just finishing up her CBS movie of the week. I rented Fargo, but they said the F-word too much, and there was a scene with guys fucking prostitutes so we stopped it. The Post Falls Hollywood Video didn't have The City of Lost Children. Only Cbildren of the Corn, which I didn't care about.

Home tomorrow night. Ring me up if you can pick my sorry ass and 30 pounds of wild game up from the airport.

Posted by Sonya at November 30, 2003 11:46 PM