moving rocks

it is January 17th. Anne's new art space opens this evening debuting with a collaborative photographic project she is doing with a friend of hers entitled Hunger: A Metaphor. I wish I could be there. The tickets to fly there are so expensive. It is expensive flying out of Tucson to anywhere really. Anyhow, going to look into going there in mid February--hopefully the tickets will be affordable and Alex can come with me.
The Wedding is a stress point. Is there such a place that we are looking to get married at which is within reason with our budget and meets our aesthetic demands? May 31st is soon approaching. We have no ticket to Ireland, have no ring arrangement, no for sure on the cake, no dress, no one to marry us, and of course no location, so no invitation either. The following few months will be interesting. . .
We have however procured our means of transportation throughout Ireland in the course of our 4-5 week long honeymoon: 2 Rivendell Atlantises. strong and gorgeous bikes, and a pretty penny that we will be paying off incrementally on our credit cards we used to purchase them. On that note we still need pannier racks, panniers and handlebar bags, water bottle cages, clothing, alex needs shoes, we need sleeping bags and stuff sacks and a footprint for our tent, and bed mats--whew--and that is not even mentioning the actual money we'll need to spend in the time we are in Ireland.
Moving also will be a huge expense. Rosciante and Vindaloo and a big U-Haul. We've got a lot to transport. Furniture consists of: a filing cabinet and a desk, a barber's chair and four others, kitchen table, art desk, cd bookcase, LP shelving, two dressers, a bed, a small bookcase, a coffee table, flat file cabinet, a patio set and a Mexican school desk. Then we have five bicycles, a whole shlew of art materials, a lot of framed artwork, all the music, memoirs and papers and such, a large quantity of photographic supplies our clothing, kitchen goods, barbeque, and computer hardware. Oh yeah, we also have about a dozen outdated pieces of audiovisual equipment including three record players, a few 8mm projectors, a few 16mm projectors, an overhead projector, a couple slide machines, a slide viewer, and a few tape players. It will certainly be interesting. well if anyone is reading this and wants to rob us, you know what we have. Be aware though that hardly any of it is of value in the market with the exception of our bicycles which we are getting insured very soon, so really don't bother.
My birthday is in two days. I will be 24 years old. I want to make a big pot of birthday masala chai and do some writing and maybe a self portrait. where should we go? . . I want to go somewhere outdoorsy because I never get to celebrate my birthday in the sun. Arizona: 1 point.
I thought I would try making a compost bin in the backyard today out of the big pile of rocks in the corner of the yard. I worked on breaking them up for about 2 hours, conscientious of spiders and snakes. I must have accidently killed a lizard and I found a couple bugs crawiling up my sock, then upon moving a big rock a fat mouse came out from the dark, black eyes bulging and feverishly looking around from the sunbathed rock. Then he dived back down between a couple of rocks. I found him again hiding in a tight little crevice of chipped brick and stones, his little gray body palpitating. I let him alone and continued moving rocks until I found his nest. I haven't been so touched by such a home before. It was so charming. It was densely composed of nibbled up fibers and soft shredded leaves and bird feathers, a warm comfortable blanket of found materials. I touched it with a stick and could feel how soft yet dense it was. I couldn't do any more after that. The wind picked up and I came inside for a lunch of leftover lasagna and fetzer merlot. I took out a little clump of pecan granola to him and set it on a rock close to his hideout. Second-thinking this compost idea.