Watch out for bad cheese

I slept like poo last night, that’s right poo. My throat started to hurt again because my boyfriend caught some venus fly disease on the airplane and brought it home and I became so grumpy that I might get sick again that I ate nachos with maybe some questionable cheese and took 6 vitamins and pills and in the middle of the night I kept dreaming of stacking boxes, of aligning lines. I felt I was working. Mostly what I do during the day is a puzzle – fitting stories together and photos together with the one grand centerpiece that we may/or may not get to be creative with. But mostly it’s stacking boxes and that’s what I was dreaming about. That and the bad cheese. And my friend’s husband getting upset with me because we invite people to stay at our house when they are moving across the country. Apparently that’s not OK to invite people to stay at our house while they move across the country. I don’t even think anyone has stayed at our house while they’ve moved across the country, I don’t even know of anyone who’s moved across the country recently.

That was my final straw though, I wouldn’t hear any more from him. It was night time and we were standing in the yard and I turned to walk away and yelled “I’m sorry I love your children!” And threw a purple glittery helmet I was wearing at him across the yard. Shooting star!!!

But I’m going home! Close enough to home to call it home. LBC in less than a month and I can’t stand it – it’s a dream.

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5 Responses to Watch out for bad cheese

  1. jennifer says:

    i can’t wait to see you. even if i have to drive across the longest state in the county to get to you.
    i love you.
    ps- i would have eaten the questionable cheese as well.

  2. jennifer says:

    opppsss i meant country. 🙂

    • rachvb says:

      I can’t wait either! But isn’t it the best state to drive through – I only say this because I’m totally biased =) Just not 5 – ick! If we all had time to drive highway 1, wouldn’t that be a grand world to live in!
      I normally don’t eat questionable cheese and then Pat always looks at me like I’m crazy because I get nervous when things are a few days past their expiration date and he claims they are fine which they normally are – but in this case, I should have listened to myself…I thought the Mexican cheese just had a little more fiesta to it…

  3. As the old song goes, we’ll “open up that Golden Gate,” welcome back…if you care to say, where is home? If not, that it is California is enough.

    I feel unskilled in commenting on your poetry – or most poetry that I get to read – for I know what touches me, what calls forth a response, but am tentative in speaking of it… it may be too shallow and poorly informed. That you got the piece to where you wanted it and let it be shared deserves comment, I am just not a very strong candidate for the job.

    • rachvb says:

      thank you!! I’m looking forward to breathing in the West again. Originally I’m from Davis – near Sac. But I have a lot of family in Long Beach and no more family in Davis, so I’m headed there.

      I find it hard to believe that you are unskilled at commenting. Mostly because your comments are gifts. I would love comments on my poetry and would welcome them if you ever decide to share. But am happy, too, that you are here reading. That, I think, is more important.

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