last night was spooky, reminding me of that scene from
night of the hunter where lillian gish waits on her nighttime screened
porch, shotgun across her lap, while the evil rev. harry powell (robert mitchum)
lurks outside, singing a gospel hymn in a sonorous baritone that echoes eerily
in the darkness. he´s trying to get in, he's trying to get at the kids in the
house, he wants to kill them all in the name of the lord, he´s a scary, sexy, southern gothic boogyman. the version here, far less sinister, from last night, was something that
happens just
occasionally, james said he´s surprised not more often. someone came up the road
playing an eery harmonica, then planted himself across from the house and played
and played and played that harmonica in the direction of our place. someone was
beckoning james to come outside, to get james´s attention, but james wasn´t in
the house, so it spooked me. he´s here now & says ¨someone´s gonna get an
a**whipping.¨...
am home from work today bc of pink eye, which is a gross, gooey condition, if you´ve had it. and i feel drained, weak, awake but submerged. the immune system must be ebbing.... james´s friend tattoo mike just arrived & they are going to level the tiny home. yaaaaaaay!!! meanwhile, i will grade papers & rest... sister angie´s double-nickel bd is this weekend & for her bd, she gifted herself by having her book be kindle-published that day. (later will come paper tomes for those who prefer the physical read.) angie has been long-obsessed w/pro-wrestling, & her novel novel combines that subculture w/early hollywood woman film-makers, california indigenous people history/ways, punk references, & romance. attached is a pic & a link. :) angie always has been a highly capable, talented type-a person, as you can see; she labors hard & with creativity, always producing much!... back to work news, the school haunted house & after-school ¨spooky slumber party¨ play are going well. my little group of theatre/drama girls is weird & talented. they will put on a great little show. that is all. as you were.
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