March? What?

It’s outrageous and absurd that it is already March of 2012 and my life is nearly over. WTF? It seems like I’ve lived ten thousand years, and also that it was just 1973. It’s impossible to comprehend time. Maybe this is because it’s a constructed convenience of our own nanny-brains. Everyone is quick to see a fraud; it might be why time is so frequently misunderstood and misinterpreted. Because it isn’t anything like what we say it is. Trying to make time into a piece of string makes us all look like idiots, yet the sun so conveniently seems to rise and fall… what else can we call it but a day, a year, a lifespan?

This morning I noticed that one of my friends on Facebook has an acquaintance named Hildreth Skaggs, and I thought, what a name. My people just don’t have names like that. I want to immediately name a cat, or something. Hildreth is an ancient name. and would actually be a good name for Miss Fish, who is a crabby but deep creature.

Gabriella came in last night, with a pretty yelllow suitcase and another amazing, mindbending horned cuff. HOW can this simple technique be so endless, so complex, so rich? Each thing we think of amazes us. I’ll try and get as much of it as is sensible in the book, but I suspect we will be discovering new things about it every time we pick it up, into forever.

This evening Jean Power comes home, and I’ll be so glad to have her back, so she can marvel at Gabri and we can get down to it- the last ten days we have to work together here.

Tonight I’m excited to be meeting with a woodworker and a sculptor who are looking for live/work space, both of whom share my view that even private people can share properties. Especially this one- it’s got so much space. Anyone who has been to a party here knows- there can be 100 people here and still, there are plenty of spaces to be alone. It’s just nuts that we all have our own everything, and we don’t share basic services with our neighbors.

Everyone wants their own Everything here in America, and they think that they have the right to All They Can Eat in every aspect of life- unlimited cheap power, gasoline, food… the idea is that if you can pay for it, you can have it. As much as you want. This just doesn’t match up with reality, in fact it’s offensively nutso, and everyone has got to start to use less and share more.

I’ve wanted shared space for a long time, but it’s always hard for me to find like-minded people, because I’m strange, and private, and the weak can’t relax around me for a second. I’ve tried to improve, but found it challenging. Sequestration has proven more enjoyable than trying to wet down my unruly parts, which always find a way to stick out anyway. I need people who don’t mind that I’m odd and outspoken.

I’ve tried to divide my thoughts up into bins- what do I do/have/want that I actually don’t want to share? (very little, mostly this would be a large portion of my time, a bit of private garden, my bedroom, Bill’s naked body, and my MacBook) Everything else I’m willing to put on the table- books, dishes, linens, electricity, water, Internet and TV service, the washer and dryer, the pool, the cats, the mailbox, the gardens…

I’m just going to continue to hold what I hope for in my mind, and today, or another day, it will work out.