1. Sunday, July 24, 2011
     

    sunday morning 

    almost every sunday morning i listen to this velvet underground song.

    to me its the most perfect gentle tune to slowly do all the sunday things to

    walk barefoot down the driveway to get the paper

    pour orange juice

    make oatmeal

    think about reading the bible

    “watch out, the world’s behind you…”

    lately ive learned the best way to stretch out the weekend is to  do the most partying on friday.

    that way saturday morning feels like sunday morning.

    but if you dont play the velvets you still have an extra day in store for you.

    karisa and i pigged out on sushi friday night, and sake, and beers.

    it was our second sushi night in the week.

    last night was thai with ali.

    to the outside world i have the perfect life.

    to my belly its so bountiful that  it grows to accommodate more.

    would my days be improved by kids, a mortgage, and a job i couldnt totally master immediately?

    and yet thats what i think i should be doing: setting up all these obstacles that would diminish the likelihood

    of waking up gently on the lords day in such peace and satisfaction

    and turning on lou reeds stoney classic.

    do i really want the pitter patter of cries and screams and nickelodeon blasting in the AM?

    all my friends seem to not only manage, but love it.

    i know this because the divorce rate among my peers is ridiculously low.

    i think part of my reluctance is id never wanna scar the future of america

    i wouldnt want to bore my betrothed.

    and i would hate to not totally rule at my job.

    i hear so many bands who are horrible.

    ive dealt with people who really arent good at what they do.

    and seen too many secretly miserable people in deadend relationships.

    why would i wanna do that to someone i loved?

    or worse, to a little kid who was minding his own busines.

    we all know theres a place for all of us in the now and in the future.

    especially if we just let our destinies manifest themselves naturally

    instead of trying to squeeze into the slipper

    meant for cinderella.

    our hearts are too big to fail.