I woke up feeling like myself again, regular and chirpy and centered. I listened to super great poetry all morning - Amiri Baraka, Anne Waldman mostly, & made a playlist of stuff that went together that was fierce & beautiful - especially riffing off Baraka "cowards" which I must find the text of. It kept making me laugh uproariously.
Some work, some writing, a bunch of applying for jobs. I am feeling very open either to teaching or tech work. Eating is still really tough but I'm going on Prilosec which should help.
Took Moomin to "Happy F33t" - a trip - walked there in the crisp sun with the Pilot and Peanut - She is 2.5 now and very prattly and wiggly in a charming way. It was her first movie theater experience ever! Moomin liked it but howled with huge sobs & sympathy when the penguin got thrown out by the penguin religious patriarchs and by his own dad. He couldn't bear it! Absolutely lost his cookies with sorrow. "Happy" my ass... that movie was intense. If it was not being outcast leper unclean it was all about the terror of falling or sliding down ice tubes with ice boulders or being underwater with red-eyed evil sea leopards chasing you or choking on accidental garbage.. and then the hallucinating in jail, I mean, the zoo, oh man. That was intense. You're in jail! Hallucinating! Watched by aliens! Dance, dance, motherfucker!
It was like that.
Lord knows what Peanut made of any of it. The penguins! They're singing, momma! What happened? The penguins is dancing onna ice, momma! (Dear Peanut, it is sort of about desperate tap-dancing in the face of globalization & imperialism, on top of that eco-message thing. Don't worry, you'll understand it later. It will still be perturbing and confusing though.)
But fortunately with a happy ending (!?) and another big dance number & we came out dazed and pleased into the evening.
Oh and good news- there are cream puffs now right next to the theater.