Love in the Time of Rockets
James always had roses and photographs. I always had schemes and costumes. We drew maps, swapped clothes and identity, names like the backs of trading cards. Always one more to catch, another to lose. He fed the carp in the garden pond; I let the cat inside when it rained. No man I’ve ever known had eyes as hopelessly big as his. No woman he ever knew wore skirts as impossibly short as mine.
There are not words for love when hearts are made of silk and helium. These days we drink tea from cups with broken handles and sing songs we forgot the words to. For fun, we put on our wedding clothes one last time. His smile is warmer than any Oklahoma heat wave.
No one ever wanted us to win, but in whispers and rumor we got a happy ending no one ever predicted. Roll credits, closing theme. We’ll meet in again in the next episode.
Ian and I are getting married in just over a month. Part of our planning process has been, of course, the magic that is the gift registry and all the possibilities therein. A stand mixer! Matching towels! Pots with lids that fit! I have become a living version of Once Upon a Honeymoon.
But with the very real possibility of acquiring these awesome shiny things, we’ve been doing a lot of soul/box searching and figuring out what to get rid of to make room for the new. We’ve taken the time to assess what we want out of the next phase of our life and are getting rid of stuff that doesn’t suit the lifestyle we want to have. Sure, that black Hot Topic dress with the vinyl buckles across the front is goth-cute, but it’s not exactly something I can — or want — to wear while I’m trying to get a quote from the mayor.
And all this cleaning has been great.
October Project: “Bury My Lovely”
“I Don’t Want to Get Over You” the Magnetic Fields
“CALL ME CALL ME” The Seatbelts feat. Steve Conte
“Letters” Stroke 9
“A Murder of One” Counting Crows
I’ll write about the amazing Writer Unboxed conference another day — I’m still unpacking, literally and figuratively!
…But a bit ago, I organized about 15 years of mix CDs into chronological order in an effort to sort out the chaos of my life (or possibly act out High Fidelity, Cosby sweater and all). I even made a sweet little book to organize track lists, because I’m crazy like that. It’s an ongoing project for when I have a few spare hours on a Saturday night; a trip down memory lane, a reminder that as cool and awesome as I may be now, I was once a girl who thought “Hey Leonardo (She Likes Me For Me)” was essential to have on my person at all times.