Ladys Slippers
The weekend was an exhastive but fun blur *imagine the world spinning as if you were drunk* It kinda made me feel like a kid again until I hit Monday and then I was just tired. Troy was awesome. And not just because of the fabulous Brad Pitt, I liked Eric Bana too! I guess the whole thing wasn’t really for Helen after all. Hmp. But Troy sure beat Van Helsing. And then next weekend is Shrek, even though we’re going out of town and won’t be trying to go to the movies, there’s just a big movie every weekend. I don’t know why they don’t release some of this crap any other time of the year…I’m sure it has to do with money somehow.
Last night we went to Pat & Oscar’s for dinner and we ate outside. It was pretty. The sun was getting low, casting that just-right golden light on everything. That time of day seems like God is rolling everything in butterscotch. It sounds corny but…Dude, I gotta stop using the word “every” with other words like “thing” and “one.” Since it’s springtime the flowers around the patio were blooming too. There’s one little flower that smells like nutmeg and whenever I walk by I have to stop and inspect them. I never pick flowers though and I hate it when other people do. In Michigan there are flowers like a Lady’s Slipper that take forever to come to maturity and bloom, and trillium that are supposedly endagered even though they’re everywhere. Both flowers are illegal to pick but when I was little I didn’t know that and since they seemed to be all over the place I would pick them because, “Why not?” When I was a kid I picked a lot of flowers but now I just don’t like the idea of having the flower all to myself. If I don’t pick the flowers they just stay there for other people or at least they don’t die. Now, I only like flowers from a florist or from someone’s garden, like if they have a lot. If there aren’t that many flowers in the garden I wouldn’t like them to be picked. Anyway, last night was nice. It usually is nice here.