It’s been the kind of week where I have to find some good now, or it’ll just bleed into my weekend. So here’s what I came up with:
* The two Harley dudes in full kit-out, sitting at a Starbucks table, sipping on lattes.
* The tiny Asian man who made my Yakisoba in a cast iron wok, the size of an inter tube, flicking the food and sloshing the sauce around like an Iron Chef pro.
* Eating with chopsticks.
* Finding every single way to get into a compromising position, sexually, on a stage.
* A first glass of red wine in several weeks.
* Potato chips.
* Improving an entire scene, while handcuffed to another human being.
* Finishing my weekly writing exercise on time.
* Nick and Nora Charles, as writ, by Dashiell Hammett, in the original novel. And how they are still so exactly like Powell and Loy from the films.
* Knowing who “Lillian” is, on the dedication page.
* My pillow.
* A fan blowing at night, in the summer time.
* Reading about writing residency programs in other places, and thinking, “what if?”
* It isn’t Monday.
* The invitation for the next wedding I’m going to, and how awesomely creative and hilarious of them it was.
* Ingrid Bergman in “Spellbound.”
* Ingrid Bergman in anything.
* The word “kumquat.”
* There is a place called a “cupcakery.”
* The total and complete non-amusement of a Capybara”
And…
* Capybara’s dressed up like things:
…So it isn’t all just total shit, then. And that’s good to know.
~D