Some mornings I wake up from this dream about a friend I haven't seen in 20-odd years, and my chest feels hollowed out with longing for him, for that connection. It feels deliciously right and disappointingly sad at the same time. It's a mystery.
Friday, May 27, 2005
Inappropriate Yard Decor #2: Mainly, it's just too honkin' big. As in 5 feet tall on the front lawn. Real birds in the neighborhood don't seem to like it either--note the bird doo on his head. Ginormous rusted rooster: beyond tacky.