Tonight, after raucous dumpster diving, Rachel played an hours worth of Bach sonatas while I laid on her living floor looking through a clear plastic umbrella at the overhead light.
We were competing with the loud late summer cicadas whose screeching was a deafening roar outside her little house in the woods.
At particularly humorous moments, like a ridiculously prolonged sequence, or some surprising or unexpected harmonic progression, we both cackled like maniacs, clearly pleased with ourselves for finding Bach so entertaining.
I miss Rachel.
More updates soon, I promise. I am just waiting on pictures from my recent float trip, dumpster diving with Mirs, etc. Oh, and PS, I am getting my spring break pics developed, so you all can see my first view of the ocean. Or gulf.
Technicalities.
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6 comments:
life is so not fair. i've always wanted a girl who would play me bach. you got one, and then you turned gay. wtf.
It's terrible to "miss" people, but isn't it delightful that we have some to do so for?
What did you find in the dumpster; something to wear for the three of us to the Witches' Ball in Salem?
"I love you. And the gays"
Ms. Bees, are you indicating that Ed is not Gay? I think I'm going to faint; he sounded so very queer.
Alan-
I agree. Oh why did I have to "turn gay"?
"The Mrs."-
Taffetta darling. The dress is taffetta.
Ms Bees-
I'm so glad you love dumpsters too. You were born in one, by your transvestite-midget-cokerspaniel-mother. PS- I didn't go anywhere babe! I am *right* here.
Mandy-
Kind of like you "grew boobs"? Oh, snap, no I di-in'.
"Taffetta speaks volumnes. It also has a ruffle sound that always alerted me to my first boyfriend whose dress was--well, a dress.
Keep up the sound, Ed.
so lets all wait for those pictures.
hugs!
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