Wednesday, August 25, 2004

But I love your feet
only because they walked
upon the earth and upon
the wind and upon the waters,
until they found me.

final lines from Pablo Neruda's Your Feet

Wednesday, August 11, 2004

Dear Mom,

I don't judge your emotional outpourings -- I admire them and wish you would have more. Maybe you'd be happier if you took off the teacher face once in a while.

Love,
Erica
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Adam,

Go easy on our folks, mmkay? I know you're 15 and all, but please. For their mental health.

Love,
Erica
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Dear Dad,

Where have you been? Why do I only see you for a few minutes everyday? Why are those minutes so often filled with criticism? I still love you, you know.

Always,
Erica
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Kyle,

You're cute when you're shelving.

Remembering what Natalie said,
Erica
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I'm beginning to doubt your intentions, and whether you are who you say you are. Maybe that's convoluted, but so is the damn internet.

Erica
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As always, I'm a flake. But you're a flake too, and too often incapable of seeing that. I can't bring myself to say it because I fear for our (fading?) friendship.

Erica
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Chill.

Erica
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Were you not so far away, I'd suggest a shot of local music and maybe a gin and tonic. Glad to see you are thriving.

Missing you constantly,
Erica
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Everyone has doubts, but they're just doubts. Which is rich coming from me.

Erica

Sunday, August 08, 2004

I love Lake Tahoe. The Washoe believed that the place had powers of cleansing and relief -- I'd have to agree. My family has had a cabin there for several generations, and the general state of repair reflects that. It's falling apart. Ownership has shifted from the Greatest Generation to my father and his cousin. What To Do is the big issue. Renting it out is the main option, but no one wants the place to be treated like a hotel room. Renovations are destined to be expensive, though. I spent half of my first day there digging for a water main. Despite all of the labor that will inevitably be involved, no one mentioned selling the place altogether, which gives me heart.

When I got home, it seemed like everything was wrong. Subsequently, my stomach rebelled. I'm finally getting over that, and I feel light and easy for the first time since my return.

Alison, a former neighbor who babysat me eons ago, is getting married today. Going to a wedding is the last thing I want to do today. Ah well.

Currently reading The Accordian Crimes by Annie Proulx. It started very well, but I think my enthusiasm is flagging because I'm already starting to look at other books.

Work sucks in a big way. Just a month more.

Sophie: Check out the Arts and Entertainment section of Salon.com -- they have a huge article about Mark Ruffalo.