The howl of the cicadas is everywhere. The few close up sound rather like katydids, but overall, the only significant sound outside is like the sound effects for a UFO in a tacky 1950’s science fiction movie. No little green men, just brown and orange bugs. Okay, insects. Six legs is insects.
An indolent day that seems to demand inactivity. Threw myself into Joseph Campbell’s works again, adding one more book to the database. Joseph Campbell’s comments on Christianity/Judaism, or any permutation thereof. And a few other things thrown in for good measure. I can never tell when I’m done – not with this book, but his books. His foundation has started issuing a new something-or-other every once in a while, stuff that hasn’t been published before. I wait in long suspense to be surprised by unfamiliar titles on the shelf at the bookstore.
Mom’s Rolls arrived on its truck yesterday, still dusty and smelling of mildew. 5000 miles on it after having it for 15 years. It sits in the driveway. It’s too big for the garage. There is a cassette tape stuck in the tape deck, and we can’t figure out how to eject the damned thing. We don’t even know what it’s a tape of. Probably favorites of my definitely-to-be-damned stepfather. He cleans the house out of all televisions, liquor, food, and garden hoses (?), but leaves the crap music. His daughter has a few more fur coats than she used to, I do believe. Bitch. Hey, I figure that if you used to be Miss USA (and she was – 1965), you could at least be beautiful still. Or pretty. Or at least not plain and with a huge double chin and the audacity to keep your Miss USA trophy in the living room still.
I think I would rather go ponder Campbell’s take on Judeo-Christianity. Yup, here I go…
white pebble 