Wednesday, February 10, 2010

i like annie dillard's weasels. i'd like to be one of them.

i am in such an annie dillard mood lately. if i could not write this paper, i would return to my apartment. pull out this lonely but greenly warm edition, drink tea under my favorite quilt, and wander alongside a creek.
i used to build forts like it was my job. i always had a fort that I was working on. in my old neighborhood, oh yesssss, 40 ledgelawn, i had two forts, one in the backyard (we had the most insane backyard/forest) and then one on the empty lot that had "lookout" rock.
naturally we were always on the lookout.

and then when we moved to bayonne. we were one of the first houses on our street, so who know it was wrong to steal loads and loads of scrap lumber... not me.

in fact, i still dont. these forts were actually up in trees and several stories (i told you guys, i used to be really cool).
and there were creeks this time, so building forts also meant building bridges and pathways etc...
kate and i loved working on the fort. but then houses were built. and they kept tearing them down. id give anything to go build a fort right now. if it was summer, that is. i wish i remembered what i named things. i mean i know the creek and fort had a name.
now though, im sure that if i named something it would refer to lordoftherings (rivendell obvi), or anniedillard, or waltwhitman, or wordsworth, or something else loser-englishy like those.

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