Wednesday, 28 October 2009

• Just a few.

  Let's see there was this awesome bachlorette party. It looked like this:

  And a little like this:
  (Can you guess which shoes are mine?)

  

  And mostly, like this:

  

  (love).

  And then there was a birthday, complete with this:

  and this:

  

  (they decorated it themselves while I sat outside getting attacked by man eating ducks. True story).

  And there was a little puppetry:

  

  And a few costumes. I'm so embarrassed no one told us, we're SOOO underdressed.

  

  

  We picked up a little self defense, thanks to our new friend Steve. (ps- I actually saw Steve the very next weekend at a Harvest Festival in Little Rock. Along with pretty much everybody else... turns out if you want to do the whole Harvest circut, you've really got to be committed. And by committed, I obviously mean CRAZY.)

  

  And then to top things off, we took apart a TV. This is what the inside of a TV looks like, by the way.

  

  And then, in true Taylor fashion, my Daddy made me one of his famous cakes.

  

  The end.

  (I'll be driving on Sunday, so expect phone calls. Unless I'm too busy listening to this podcast. Or this one. Or this one.)
  
  Wait—wasn’t I just unpacking? Was not this
  drawer, this box, this piece of luggage
  an open yawn just a week ago; and was the kiss
  goodbye? Can I be churning back to baggage
  that which was relaxing into residential—
  impinging on a ground so new—
  and now I’m moving everything essential,
  unhinging fledgling roots that grew?
  Leaving is everywhere, or, no, is it arrival
  that’s everywhere? (Back and forth I go.)
  Which is love and which survival—
  tell me please, so that I’ll always know.
  Minutes ago I was stowing storing stacking,
  it seems to be—(so time does fly);
  and now I’m boxing, taping, packing.
  Here is where? Out there, in me?
  Kate Light.
  

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