"maybe you should blog," marlei said tonight, moments after my car spun around 180 degrees on the icy road. (i'm ok.)
yeah, maybe i should, i replied.
here i am.
the snow has fallen again, a heavy blanket on the yard, on our hats and hearts.
it's a muffled world which absorbs our worry, leaving only quiet things. like cardplaying in front of the fire. chocolate chip cookies. magnolia soundtrack and gillian welch. i'm glad susan is here to share in it all.
kristina is moving to san francisco in two weeks. we went out last night. listened to good jazz at f scott's. drank gimlets. i wore my long hair down. and the band was lovely. a beautiful girl in frumpy clothes on the piano. a tall, tall upright bass player wearing orange-ish corduroys, goatee and a grin. a dwarf playing drums with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open. a singer named liz, in a red asian top, who liked to repeat the name of the songs as she finished them. she played the sax well too. cole porter. nina simone. tommy dorsey.
we smiled a lot as we sat in the swanky lounge, wearing our lipstick.
a nice night.
marlei and i talked of dark days over tea and cafe au lait, sitting by the window yesterday. i watched the streetlights come on and a firetruck pass. she suggested psalm-reading before bed for peace. and i said that i've been doing just that. psalm 142 specifically, and the verse that says: when my spirit was heavy, you knew my path.
at church this morning, the psalm for the day was 142. and marlei was the reader. i sighed. the snow began to fall an hour later.
Annie -- your writing reminds me of the coziness of female companionship, the comfort of a good friend who really knows you, and how much I miss that. So many girlfriends I've lost over guys and petty competition...As I've grown up, ironically, boyfriends become relatively easy -- it's finding that "bestfriend" that has become so elusive...