Knitting Ferocious Spiders

I have so much to say. Veritable mountains of observations and anecdotes, only sealed off by time, and the bleep-bleep-bleeping of a proper internet connection. I promise, I will be making up for the discrepancy. Soon.

You would think that getting internet access would be easier in this day and age. Apparently, I need some new hardware (a wireless router for starters... a new computer would be better) to hook back into the interweb, as Evil Rogers will not lease a second modem to the same address anymore witout charging for another full-priced account. Plus, I have all this extra time, and so much I could be blogging about. Grrr. Is it possible to kill a company? Anyone?

So I did make it through those 10 days. Pulled them off; piouretted through the stage of days. Put my whole life in boxes (which is not to say that it's been compartmentalized... it hasn't). Put the boxes in a truck. Moved. (Thanks to Dan the Moving Man). Now am smack dab in the middle of a heat wave on the third floor of an un-air conditioned apartment. The cats lie on their backs, legs spread out, and pant . But there has defiantly been change. Oh, yes. Big Change. Which I'll divulge and expand once my internet connection has been established at home, and I don't have to sit in the wonderfully air conditioned library, constrained by limited time, to post. ... I have been waiting for a time that can never come without push fucking shove. there is never enough space between the cars; that moment mid-air towards the surface of the lake will never be the perfect arc -- skin my never be ready. make the time, leave the curb or the dock, so the open air stirs like a hurrican...