Matisse - Harmony in Red
So, the bedroom. Obviously, it’s a feng shui challenge. It used to be the “guest room” though we rarely had guests. I think of it as the room I retreated to and lived in apart, like an ill-performing au pair who could not yet depart for her own country. Yes. This is the room that was the waiting room for the departure to my own country. I had a futon on the floor, some books, some cans of orange soda and whiskey, and a laptop in the dark. It could use a chi pick-me-up before my ass cheeks crack into bits of ice and hit the ground. The book says to get rid of mirrors and any family photos. Ears broke the mirror recently and I decided that given the circumstances I’d count that as 7 years bad luck BACKWARDS. The book says that you should hang photos of happy couples, and I go with Fay Ray in King Kong’s fist. The book says to pick restful colors and colors to look good by, flesh toned hues. So I go to the paint store, the one I always go to, down on Best.
Those guys have been with me since the mid 90’s, through the commune and the sanctum and 12 and 81 several times over each, since I’m always remodeling something or other. I’ve got a fistful of off-whites. I’m trying to lighten up. I lay them on the counter, making my final selection: whipped cream, fresh bread, vanilla, champagne, or melted ice cream. See the punch line coming? Yeah, they’re all edible. I hadn’t noticed. I suppose it could be a backhanded blessing that my X told me once (and again and again and) that I am a Ridiculous Person. Good practice. Since this year has taught me that I can be lost in the Ridiculous Woods like Little Ridiculous Riding Hood and not know I’m about to get my frozen ass chewed off (or not, as my Unconscious would like to point out). I bite the inside of my cheek (shit lololo), one of the guys says “Toning it down, eh?” and I smile politely “Melted ice cream, please – Thanks.”
David Gilmore Girls – House Warming Party
