saturday. i am...

...once again inspired to write. this is exercise for the real writing i am meant to be doing: jj's bio. (yes, it's coming.) the autumn temperature brightens my belief in an ability to manipulate words somehow. that, and this pad of paper, a square white plate of banana bread, and Eli nearby. we are outside. a dog is howling. i am wearing a grey sweater and optimism. the breeze is perfect. Eli has a hood and looks remarkably like an Oompa Loompa (sans the orange face.) i am sipping my third half-cup of the day of what begins as hot coffee but is inevitably abandoned. i stirred it with an antique silver spoon, stirred it until it overflowed, soaking a paper towel with caffeinated milky splashes. today has been productively lazy. Lunch: a flavorful collision of cultures assembled at the Turnip Truck. I ran in...seven dollars and fifty-eight cents later i ran out with a bag containing thai chicken soup with red curry, two condiment containers of roasted red pepper hummus (to be eaten with corn chips), a pistelle (half-size baguette), & two squares of chocolate (dark for me, milk for J.) Eli enjoyed a bit of pistelle too --- broken into lumps on his tray. then we all took a nap. now we're awake in the garden. crumbs of a banana bread snack for the flies and bees. or for no one. sirens, a whole fleet of them, woke us up, but now we are quiet & still & listening to the birds between the tires skimming asphalt. Eli slays dragons & spins the world on his exersaucer's circle of play-things. he looks up to show me the space between his two front teeth. there is curiosity--so much curiosity in his eyes. i wonder what he would write about if he could. surely something brilliant and full of life. moving on now to a grocery list. this time i made it to the bottom of the mug before it turned cold. way to go, me.