so when jesse and i aren't studying for the GRE (i really am a geek and i really did i have relearn to divide fractions...and i'd love to say this isn't what we do for almost the entire day but i can't. we study for HOURS. then when we can't take it anymore we go to a coffee shop and study there...i, as you know, suck and am dumb) we keep talking about how we want to start making masks again.

because ocala is the land of bad "art" and we might actually be able to sell a few here. making and painting them is actually really time consuming so we may want to make them only because we can't right now. i don't know. only time will tell.

the other thing we are doing if we aren't studying is watching movies. that is when netflix decides to acknowldege us and send us stuff. which isn't very often for some reason.

what we are not doing is having sex. because i can't move. because i freaking fell on my ass yesterday. *sigh*.

friday night in ocala (a few hours late):

once again on the porch on friday night. pushed out by the heat still clinging around the windows blown down into the center of rooms by the fans. rain came in slowly at first i didn't notice until my thigh was wet from sitting near the edge. a broken gutter coughed a deluge on the front steps warning off visitors. not that there was anyone who might come visit in this weather. an SUV pulled into the parking lot next door and turned around another large truck drove slowly down the side street muffler not quite living up to it's name, no one to offer coffee to on this night. not that i'd made any. drinking brazillian beer which had been on sale at publix a few months ago. we had brought home four or five six-packs and this was one of the stragglers hidden in a bottom refriderator drawer. thank god at least it's cold. i'm still getting wet, but it's cold too and so i stay. a siren comes slowly towards me, then away, towards me, then away, the driver seems confused - suppose he's winding somewhere on the street grid taking turns and looking for a street number. i never see him drive by, but eventually the noise stops. can't hear the midnight rodeo tonight everything is muffled by the hard rain and there's no funeral at the funeral home. even the dead push off visiting hours to another sunnier evening.

returned from seattle. and i'm still alive. i hate planes and to be honest there is always a part of me that sorta resigns to not coming back whenever i get on one. but regardless here i am.

wandered around the house cleaning, studing (GRE), cooking (chicken -- now you know i think that chicken is a diseased meat -- i hate touching it), kitten adoring. a full day i suppose.

seattle was a fine city. the weather reminded me of england. at least the last part of the trip's weather did. the rest of the weather reminded me of novemeber in florida. i already miss elliot bay's and knowing that there are coffee shops other than starbucks to be had. of course i miss my ginger-haired faye. and i agree with her, we just fell back into it, fell back into our relationship, into the old jokes and phrases. it does surprise me and then it doesn't. it's all been going on since 6th grade anyway.

the cats were delighted at our return. especially sissy, poor dear, who has been following us around like a puppy as if her attention will keep us from abandoning her again. my mother called to say that she came in from work and went straight into their bedroom to check on them to find they weren't there. she's a good grandma.