September 30, 2008
Love Update
I am still in love with a drunken raccoon.
But this is the only photo you will see of him. I can’t bring myself to blind the little guy again.
Ain’t he cute?
comments
42 Responses to “Love Update”
Leave a Reply
I am still in love with a drunken raccoon.
But this is the only photo you will see of him. I can’t bring myself to blind the little guy again.
Ain’t he cute?
42 Responses to “Love Update”
Leave a Reply
I understand your love, Sheila, but that raccoon is gonna break your heart. The bad boys always do.
True, Amy. True. But I break the good boys’ hearts, so it evens out.
I guess the thing about true love is that a semi broken heart is what’s required at all times. To feel is everything and so I guess in the want comes pain.
There is an ache that complacency kills.
Oh sorry Sheila, he is just the cutest thing ever! I think your saving him from future exposure is the kindest thing - you have a relationship to preserve.
He is beautiful
oh to love.
“But mama, drunken raccoon isn’t like the other boys. He loves me!”
“Sure, that’s what they all say, but after they’re done pawing through your trashcans–”
“Mother!”
“Well, it’s true. I knew that young drunken raccoon once. But when I found your damned father ‘looking for leftovers’ across the street, I wised up and you will, too.”
“I can’t believe you…”
Jim White on the power of love:
“You dont get nothing for free, less of course you steal it, at least thats what the people say. The sad irony of Love is how so seldom you feel it, yet its all you dream about, night and day.”
I tried to include a Youtube video but failed! Any ideas?
Perhaps easiest to do it this way: The power of love 10 Miles To Go On A 9 Mile Road - Jim White
Hey Phil, thanks a million for that! Dug it. Also feeling like I have 10 miles to go on a 9 mile road today, with 9 dogs (5 of em german shepherds), 3 cats and a Lucy to take care of for the next 2 weeks, with my own bare hands. Tonight was the first night. Everybody’s fed, everybody’s been out, everything is cool… until the morning.
Sheila, you+racoon = one of the great love affairs. Clearly. I knew a rapper/boxer once (well, last summer) who told me the story of his love affair with a sick feral cat, and his journey to try to save it. Now THAT was one of the epic ones. We sat there in this Dominican restaurant in Brooklyn, tears streaming down both our faces, as he spent an hour and a half telling me every little nuance. Power of love indeed.
Aw, y’all. Got me a louvre hangoeuvre.
Oh, and — yeah — Lucy — I’m weeping without even knowing the nuances. I’m funny that way.
Oh God, it was so intense. Lots of reaching out for strangers to help, lots of strangers helping, lots of leaps of faith, trust being built, cat not getting the right care, boxer/rapper dude finding the perfect person to give him the right care, cat only trusting him and no one else, cat deteriorating and eventually dying. Lots of naked heart stuff.
Damn, Lucy. I tried to steel myself after the last series of outbreaks — pulling over to the side of the road hiccuping and sobbing over a cat (gushing soundtrack accompaniment, of course — what else?), but I’m all tore up all over again.
And yet the state will not allow you to sanctify that love within the covenant of marriage. All because he is a racoon and you are a lady.
The world truly is mad.
Kris, please don’t utter such things when I have a mouthful of Peppermint Tea! I have a rather lovely single breasted linen suit on order…should I cancel the order? I’ve booked the time off of work and everything - I’m sure this is being mentioned across the Tri-State region and preparations are in an advanced stage.
Indeed, Kris. And the madness and poison of a twisted society pierces my heart.
Phil — don’t cancel that order! If the raccoon and I must travel to some state that will sanctify and recognize our union, so be it. Big party in . . . wherever.
Sheila, that cerise lining was to make a statement….there is still hope! I chose it in the hope it would contrast black and white banding. Don’t let that subscription to Vogue be in vain
Fuck it, y’all. I don’t want your bourgeois interspecies marriage.
Save the cerise lining, Phil. Save it for clusterflockstock or some other too-fabulous-for-words event.
Clusterflockstock? I know of a Beefstock, in upstate NY every spring, but Clusterflockstock? Is there something I should know?
Thank you Lucy for asking the question, I had been contemplating asking if it could be used for some sort of special Risotto, something of a speciality of mine.
Lucy, it is going to be three days of . . . eh, Deron? Have you asked your parents yet if we can all descend on their farm come May 2009?
yes! the question is, do they remember. I’ll make sure Lynn hasn’t booked anything that weekend.
I’m pretty sure that West Virginia allows marriage between Racoons and Ladies.
At last sanity is restored!
Okay. Well, I’m thinking maybe I ought to get thinking about that clusterwiki that Andrew so kindly set up. After all, I’m supposed to be doin’ somethin’ or other, yeah?
It seems to me that the sex courses and the pee chute may be more connected than we care to think
That’s for us girls to know and you guys to find out — if you dare.
Hm, this sounds like a promising weekend.
Not only that, but history in the making. Monterey Pop + Woodstock - Altamont + the Lewisville (Texas) (International) Pop Festival.
+ puppets?
Vampire zombie puppets vs. pusillanimous nuns.
I meant to say pugnacious. Or maybe pugilistic. I was dreaming of the raccoon and wasn’t thinking right.
I was dreaming of BOTH Clintons.
Lucy, you are insane in the most beautiful way.
Seriously! I blogged it too.
Holy _____! You did.
Hangoeuvre is my new official spelling. Let’s shoot for getting it into Webster’s by 2010. Have you seen the new words making it in to that thing? This should be a shoe-in.
Websters? Where’s your ambition? Lets get hangoeuvre into the OED!!
I cannot tell a lie. I stole “louvre hangoeuvre” from my longtime friend Steve, master of the mixtape, who used it years ago.
Actually, I can tell a lie, but that’s a whole ‘nother . . . story.