Lynette is hosting Easter tomorrow. So I have been doing some cleaning inside and outside the house. She's doing all the cooking, so I might as well help with the cleaning.
*I mowed our terrible excuse for a lawn. Our backyard is not so bad. It's a lot of weeds just like the front, but is pretty green. The front though sucks. It's mostly dead mixed with a lot of weeds, and I assume some of what Dean would tell me is crabgrass. It looks like the skin of a Hiroshima victim: death and life intertwined into this awful mix that you're just kinda stuck with. I don't know why I care so much, but I really do. I found myself getting angry about how crappy my lawn looked. It's like women caring about their hair. It's just this stuff that is constantly growing, that you have to mutilate (haircuts/lawnmowing), but you vainly care about its appearance.
*I am a pack rat. If you have ever been in my grandmother's house, you know where I get it from. I am about to put these two pieces of paper into the recycle bin. One piece is a quote and the other is Dean's copy of the lyrics of O Heart (my favorite song from Sister Death).
Dean recommended that I watch this movie called Music Within. I really liked a quote that Art Honeyman, a man with cerebral palsy says in the movie. I rewound the movie over and over until I got the whole quote:
You know what we want...to be seen.
When they look at me out there now, You know what they see?
Nothing.
I'm ignored.
How can you ignore this?
But they ignore me,
because I am so disturbing to their definition of human,
that I make them feel.
I love that.
Man I love that quote. So inspiring. Good movie too. Off to bed.
No comments:
Post a Comment