Drowsy

I thought it was the allergy medicine but it might be the six or fewer hours of sleep I've been getting . I am tired. Coffee seems to make me anxious and groggy. This morning Iknocked both toothbrushes, mine and Andy's, into the litterbox. Yesterday, I took a quiz and an hour later forgot everything on it. So I thought I would want to sleep for hours last night. Instead, I listened to old mix tapes and made little blank books. Binding them with the sewing machine isn't cheating, it is aesthetic. I will return to hand binding them soon. Now I have twenty little books and I slept well, even if dreamed about schoolwork.

Letterpress Exchange

A printer from the Ladies of Letterpress forum has proposed a postcard swap for the summer with the idea of each lady involved printing a postcard of where they are from. Details are here: http://ladiesofletterpress.ning.com/forum/topics/letterpress-swap?
I particiapated in a swap of Old Maid cards with members of this group last summer and it was a lot of fun. Not to mention that I love postcards, writing about where I am from, and where I was all summer.

Sunday Night Fun

I went to the show but left after the first band. The house is quiet and finally the whirling in my head has subsided long enough to get something done. I am not looking for distractions tonight. Low on the stereo, a new can of copper spraypaint. The stencil is sticky and I am taking a break, letting 40 postcards dry on a clothesline across my porch. One hundred to go. My fingernails are coated copper and I hope I can get it off before I go to school tomorrow. Moreso, I hope the stencil holds out so I can finish this layer so I can add another and get these in the mail on time.

We talked about just walking away

I started it. This was after the first rain when it seemed like the sky would clear up. I said I was going to just walk out the door. I suggested that she come too; we both had bikes. We could ride to the market, get a jasmine vine. Bring it home and put it in the yard under my bedroom window. There is a patch of grass at the end of the gravel lot which would be my parking space but I do not have a car. Andy wants to put a table there and chairs. So we can sit in the shade. Let's do it today! All this I said out loud, the whole plan laid out.
The sky turned grey purple, angry, let loose again. The rain smashed the new construction across the street. The more we talked about it, the more real it became. The lightness of walking away. How our co-workers would be angry, sprout wings of frustration. Or jealousy. Some one asked: what will we do with our money, what we owe the restaurant? I planned on taking something, ten dollars, some of the tip money I had earned and leaving the rest. No explanation or scene. No stealing. Letting go.
Of course, I am one shift away from having the summer off. I already have loans and scholarships and savings to budget out for the next few months. I should be working more but there has been so little time for resting. Or going to the post office. Or cooking dinner.
I didn't walk out. We finished our shifts, counted the money we owed and the money we earned and rode home under a very bright sky.

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