By around here, I mean in Bloomington where I am now and Muncie where I live and Elwood where I used to live and in my head where I wish I lived.
I started The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Nightime yesterday. I know I know, I'm like 6 years late. I'm 117 pages in and I love this narrator like he was my little brother or my younger self or something. Sara said she was jealous, but I'm not sure why.
Tonight, we are supposed to go see Rodeo Ruby Love, Metavari, and Husband&Wife at the Bishop here in Bloomington, but the show apparently costs $10. What!? We are young, married, and just bought happy hour shakes at Steak N Shake. I'd rather spend my ten on a H&W shirt so everyone knows how nice I am.
Spring Break has a weekend left. I am okay with that.
I read quite a bit when I was in Muncie, including some essays by Hoagland and Dobyns about poetry and Ander Monson's poetry collection. I hardly wrote, mainly just edit and submit.
I played disc golf Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday in Muncie. I was going to play in Bloomington yesterday, but it rained. I was going to play in Bloomington today, but it rained.
My wife is nice. She is napping now. That is nice too.
I want to eat tacos and finish my book and play disc golf and hang out with Luke and Sarah Lucas and my in-laws (separately) and write a poem or two and pay the credit card bill and play on chatroulette and hang out with Darrin and see Scattie and hear about the NCAA selection and sittttttt before school starts again (in whatever order).
First we found fire, then came fear.