Tuesday, November 5, 2013
I am sitting at home today thinking about how well things are in my world. I mean, I did have to go to the dentist, but she removed some stains and now my teeth are white and shiny. I don't know what is better than shiny teeth, except maybe my blog. Just kidding. You know I am kidding, right?
(I am not at all kidding.)
After I got my teeth shined I went and voted, and then I returned some library books at the library at which I work. It was a nice small town moment. The polling place was in a little white church one block away from the dentist. Both on Main street, onto which you can make a left hand turn easily at any hour of the day. The library was about four blocks away from the church. Everything is right there. Croissants and pizza, lattes and polling places, the hardware store and movie theater, free books and shiny teeth all within three minutes of each other. So not everything is bad about living in a small town. Most things are bad, but not all things.
Here's what else is going well. A website recently came to my attention. This website was designed for the express purpose of getting together and anonymously eviscerating bloggers who are living their lives in the wide open, writing about things and you know, baring their souls for our emotional and intellectual stimulation. I feel very lucky at the moment to have inter-met such a wonderful group of kind-hearted and supportive people, smart-ass people yes, but kind, who come to this blog and I felt so grateful that nobody is eviscerating me on the internet. Then, of course, for a brief moment I kind of wished somebody was eviscerating me on the internet. Because that would be like the first time they make fun of you on SNL. Then you know you've made it. My husband has made it, as you can tell from the above screengrab. I can only hope the photoshoot involved Noah mashing in grain wearing nothing but his Wellington's. Maybe tipping back his head and pouring a Ten Fidy on himself, I don't know. Then it's like, "Oops, I dropped my lauter tun!" Movie pitch: In a world without shirts, brewers must mash tun in any way they can. He is living the life that I was supposed to lead, but that's ok because what I really want is not to be in Southern Living (god forbid), but to sit around reading and writing and sometimes talking to people about both.
Which, as it happens, is a pretty perfect description of my life right now.
Guys, I think I forgot how to blog, so thanks for bearing with me in the interim. Feel free to bare with me as well, because I believe communal nudity would be healing for our society. I'm talking like Nordic saunas or Turkish baths here, definitely not topless beaches. Maybe topless beaches. I just think we need to see more bodies au naturel. Look, this is a whole different blog. Feel free not to comment, I certainly can't blame you. I thought about relieving you by turning off comments, but then I found out they'll just eviscerate that anonymously. You know?
Posted by Vesuvius At Home at 2:57 PM
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Yes. Peace out and I am grateful for the visit with you this evening. Your words are as clean and shiny as your teeth and Southern Living would be so very lucky to get you but they won't because...well, why? Let us know when your husband is to be published, wearing his boots and mashing grain.ReplyDelete
I think I forgot how to blog, too, V. I'm trying to decide if I care or not. But then I would miss all you people not-eviscerating me.ReplyDelete
Southern Living isn't all bad. It will get in your blood and a small, soft part of you will miss it all desperately when you've gone.
Oh, hell. You better keep blogging. You have SO not forgotten. I've missed you.ReplyDelete
It's one of the great things about blogging in this place you create for you--you get to show up as whomever you want to be, and we will be here, loving that you eschew the bounds because who needs boundaries and expectations? I'm glad I get to come here no matter which version of your life is on tap today.ReplyDelete