the plums at the top of the tree

are tantalizing me with their luscious golden ripe and juicy little bodies.

i'm a pretty good monkey, for my age, but there's no way i can get at them. so they bob up there, winking at me in the sunshine, until a crow stops by and does my work for me.

crows!

it's a really big tree -- a couple of stories -- and they're really small plums, but their flavour is good. i wonder if they were always that small, or if they 'went wild' and got tiny, or something.

how.
do.
i.
get.
them
?

(and. what. would. i. bake. if. i. could?)

wonderbed

this morning J left for a week in the kootenays.

when he left, i went down to the beach and sat on a rock for an hour or so, just enjoying the early morning sights and sounds and smells. when i got back, his side of the bed was still warm.

i think our bed's weird.

maybe it's slowly stealing our souls.

* * *

snuggling his side of the bed is phase one of his absence. what happens then, over the next few days, is that his side gets -- well, actually my side, as i'm a right-side-of-the-bed-sleeper who's been currently displaced by another right-side-of-the-bed sleeper, so when he goes, i revert to the right side again, and give his presence in my mind the left side. you know, where he ought to sleep anyway ;-) -- so anyway, "his" side gets piled more and more with journals and reading material, effectivly building a man out of books.

book-man is a little boney, but totally sexy nonetheless. i love book-man.