gathered firewood with father yesterday. he's really one of the most stubborn people. insisting he get to buck the large pieces into the truck while i rick them. he'll celebrate his 76th year of stubborn at the end of the month. still he splits his firewood alone.

smashed my arm in the louvre door. sometimes i'm so entirely clumsy i wonder that my pieces still adhere. i've got a big ugly welt near my elbow. gah.

voodoo lily is gigantic! i had to stake it. there are three others besides.

well. so much for this afternoon posting. i'm going back outside to plant.

listening: suzanne- leonard cohen.

there's always a guy with a guitar at a party playing this song. always. somewhere. i'm convinced of it.