MELISSALAND

I’ve started drinking coffee again.

Tomorrow morning, I plan on getting out of bed very (very) early, way before the sun. I plan on drinking some really strong coffee. I plan on making my way down to the river and back. I plan on lots of writing. I plan on a day so exhausting of possibilities that by the time I lie myself back down in bed at the end of it, my body aches of use.

I would like one more grand morning of thick fog, the thicker the better. The kind that swallows and envelopes you, that forces you to be comfortable with not seeing, that asks you to trust the unknown.  I spent the weekend in this kind of fog - and let me just say for the record - there is nothing like it.

Photo: The Shawangunk Mountains (trust me, they are there, just hidden)

This Friday, September 19 @ Skidmore in Saratoga - Girl Talk. I will see you there my friends. Sure to be a great show, so be ready to dance!

Screw buying a couch - I just want to order 4 of these Omni bean bag chairs from Sumo (preferably in the orange color) How fun!!

Lynn Kohlman, fashion model, photographer, author, and creative director at DKNY, passed away from cancer this weekend. Reading about her courageous battle this afternoon, I was extremely saddened and at the same time inspired. She seemed like an incredible woman and I am sure she will be missed terribly. Someone who can make this strong statement and walk boldly towards the unknown is, in my mind, an amazing human being….

“I do feel transformed and awakened by cancer.  I have never truly felt so wonderful.  I feel that I needed to be bopped over the head and breast cancer didn’t really do it for me, so I needed to have brain cancer.  I feel like I chose it, and I needed it.  I’ve certainly chosen a different journey than I would have if cancer hadn’t come to meet me.  Now I have cancer by my side, and it’s made me aware of my mortality and not afraid of it.  I breathe every day in with a different, totally transformed and different level of appreciation of life.  It is wildly great.” - Lynn Kohlman

Those brave words will resonate with me for a long time.

Hard to be upset about your car that died on the interstate last night when these beauties sit so near by.  In fact, hard to think about much at all lately….

So, I resign myself to grinning

Olana a few days ago. Did I mention how happy I am

Highlights of the 28+ hours that will forever be known as HELL (ie: the worst apartment move. ever) include the following:

1. “Pivot…PIV-OT”

2. “Hahahahahahahaha” - Me laughing at Bill, as he walks across the lawn with the king-sized mattress atop his back. Not helping was my unsteady hand (due to the laughing), which was supposed to be ‘guiding’. This was all necessitated of course because I insisted that we (Bill) carry the ‘fucking-mattress’ (as it will now, and forever, be referred to) without it touching the grass. Later I stepped in dog shit. lovely day.

Actually, I can’t think of any other highlights. Lowlights, yes. I swore like a trucker today. I laughed probably more than I lifted (Sorry Bill). We both have bruises in odd places and hopefully we will look back fondly on this day, years from now, and say “Hey remember when you carried that huge fucking mattress on your back and I laughed my ass off? haha”

I love you Bill. Thank you for helping me move!

(it goes without saying that I will accept backrubs, but will also have to find someone to rub Bill’s back as well.)