We have boots on the ground in KC again after a great Southwest adventure. We unpacked, stowed our travel bags, chased the dogs around the dining room table, combined multiple trail mixes in one jar, and generally putzed around somewhat.
Later, I put the wheels back on two bikes while listening to the new Trouble Cuts on my trusty basement/garage CD player. Drained rainwater out of the inflatable hot tub after a deluge while we were away. Picked a bunch of tomatoes and half a dozen Hindenberg-sized cucumbers. Got out a sharpie and a sheet of paper to brainstorm on the coming week, with those spacious, arid spaces still in mind.
We've been watching Treme and I was struck by that scene where John Goodman's character lectures to sleepy undergrads on Kate Chopin's The Awakening. I've been reading it this week, in honor of Cray's fate--a gut punch. I like the short, compact episodic chapters, and the slow-winding intensity. Chopin caught hell for capturing someone being human. Ain't that a shame. Nellie Oleson's America, alive and unwell.
I found this record at Lost Padre Records in Santa Fe. It's great.
