now i need to go eat!

addie i can't wait for this show. i love it, but one problem is, i am very uncomfortable in front of a camera. i guess i could get used to it. darin and i will in fact be videoing much of our road trip. i am way into this idea for one reason alone, i want that donated rancho from the guy near sierra vista, wherever that is, it sounds lovely. i am so enthralled with the farm life we all picture for ourselves that i get stars in my eyes dreaming about it.

so...there would be intense close ups of addie's face as she raged about the weather. any and all of her rages, no matter how personal and intense they seemed at the time, would be discreetly but precisely filmed and people, inspired by addie, would start to feel wholly liberated at letting out their true feelings. this would include feeling like she has too much cellulite and looks like a fifty year old (and she'd get an outpouring of torrid love letters saying she is exactly PERFECT) and definitely and most importantly, the dead skunk rages. all of america would stand up and take notice of skunks and this would lead to a driving revolution which would be an immeasurably positive thing for this country in which car accidents are the highest cause of unnatural death. and then poetic rhapsodies would suddenly burst onto the scene of an ordinary tuesday as she was driving to work or working on a new bill or researching some social cause online and all of america would watch and cheer as addie sang out loud, skipped about, and spoke breathlessly on the whys and wherefores of life, love, truth and beauty. she would look right at the camera to bring notice to some vital political issue just like johnny does for bulgaria. in the background, artie would be smoking secretively and slipping into girls' clothes and the later he and addie would be comparing tight velvet jackets and drinking together and going out together and older couples would look at each other and say, let's go have some fun! because addie and art would be a new model for how zestful and musical married life can be. they would take everyone on trips out to rusted railroad tracks in the goldminey hills and take pictures of falling down old barns and dance and listen to 80s ballads and addie would talk about three legged dogs and lonely little old men and get weepy and the whole world would become just a bit more soft hearted.

i would not want to be filmed today though, at work for nearly eleven hours, run ragged, or maybe it would be sweet after all. because darin did sit on the bed and let me put my newly clean and freshly socked feet in his lap and he rubbed them for me for longer than i even hoped. and he has been recording music the past three days and has a beauteous new song called "the revolutionary sea" inspired by jack london's book the sea wolf. and now we are going to find a place to eat out because i am far too weary to cook or clean. i want to be served, how sad and ironic, after my insane day. by the way it is all the snow in the mountains that is bringing a fresh tidal wave of travelers up the hill and into good old mel's. by the end of days like this i am simply delirious, purely and simply.