Monday, October 19, 2009

Monday Versus Unpredictable Nutcrackers

I was never one to be a bus/train sleeper, but this morning I closed my eyes for a minute on the shuttle and it was good.

I wish I could buy a decent hot dog around here.

Thank the gods for my thermos. When not in use I place it upon a makeshift alter and worship it. My silver idol.

I like that word makeshift. Makeshift.

I started reading Margaret Atwood's The Year of the Flood. It is good. The language is near-poetic. Every sentence seems well thought out and purposefully constructed. I appreciate that in prose. This life needs more poetry.

1 comment:

Lynette said...

Nutcraker = Non-Poetic, but it really depends on the nut.