After a while

I'm writing a book.
I tell myself this.
It's a strange concept, to begin with just a small seed that you must nourish into a tree. God that's cliche. I'm too lazy to think of something clever.

I have a basil plant. It is small and hopefully I can use it for cooking. I've always wanted an herb garden. I have 2 children now. My basil plant Hank and my silly car Weatherford. I'm hoping I don't kill the plant. I don't know how to care for it. You wouldn't think it would be complicated. But look at a goldfish. It's the simplest animal in the world. You just feed it once or twice a day and clean the bowl, right? Well, I've killed plenty in my day, so I guess that's not right. The bigger animals I'm better with...

I'm going to Colorado this weekend. Here's hoping I don't die a terrible death on the plane. As habit predicts, I must remember to bring some Tolle and some Dyer with me, so if I panic, I can get a little peace and soothing. Also, I'll use the secret my aunt taught me, and the one my father taught me, because I am superstitious. My aunt told me to wave your hand in a rainbow in front of you, calling for your guardian angels to help. And my dad, well he's just funny, as a little girl, he told me to lift my feet as the plane took off, and to dig my heels into the ground when we landed. You know, just to give the pilot a little extra aid. All grown-up and I have to do it still.

There is loudness all around. Yelling outside, a door slamming, music beating out of a parked car.

I'm excited for Boulder. For trees and green and Coloradans and a different way of living--I won't have time to do that different way, but I'll observe it, as is my nature.