Blips of A Few Days

My sister's husband forebade her to get a tattoo in New Orleans. She told me she wanted one on her asshole so she could show it to him at oportune times.

She wasn't drinking because they're trying for a kid. She never drank much anyway. She, sitting next to my brother, had the biggest glow on her face when I was on stage, smiling back at them as I detangled from my umbilical cord.

My brother watched a motions hearing with rapt attention, shushing me when I tried to whisper wise words of explanation to him. He made some observations that floored me and reminded me that he's not 8 anymore. He said maybe he should be an attorney. I'm hanging on that.

Molly sat on the wrap-around porch with them talking about babies and childhood until late at night. She told me how beautiful they were. Wish she'd listen better when I tell her she's beautiful and in many ways my dream come true. I know it. and that's why I have my work cut out for working on myself, I learned again this weekend.

Social Network was unremarkable. Except that it made me want to be more remarkable. Or more remarkable than this town suggests I be.