What A Wonderful Town

Posted July 30th, 2004 by Michelle

I’ve been in New York since last Sunday and I feel as though I was hit by a slow-moving truck that then ran over my chest and parked. Last Saturday, the day of the event, was so freaking awful, and I feel in no way recovered. My excema is laughing, heartily, at my new excema medicine, as well as every other kind of glop I’ve used to try to quell the maddening, wildly itching rashes coursing up my shins. I’ve been getting those weird pains again, too, the ones that are like lightening somewhere in my chest and then gone, leaving a haze of pain. It has been a very difficult week for a number of reasons. One, I was supposed to get a bunch of work done, and have been entirely unable, because of two, which was the fact that my baker is here in New York and… and it is so strange, because whatever was there in California is so changed. Being together was not what either of us expected.

But the Democratic National Convention- god, for the first time in years I had hope. Kerry was fantastic. At one point I said, “If Bush is watching this, he is totally asking someone to find a dictionary to look up all of the multi-syllabic words” and my mom said, “Nah. Bush is probably asleep”. I know I’m being petty and ugly and elitist, but I can’t wait for the presidential debates largely so Kerry can show Bush to be the utter nin-cow-poop that he is. I mean, seriously, on what level will these two communicate? They hardly speak the same language.

I’m now up at the farmhouse, looking forward to my first real rest in over a month. I wish I had a week up here.