saltines? sure.

I am spending the night with my lovely friend John tonight.
His orange tabby cat is happily curled up in the shape of a comma at my side, in the manner that only a cat can do.
John is working hard, doing his broadway show right now, and I am proud of him. I love when good things happen to good people and this is the perfect case in point.

I drove to Trenton, in order to catch the train from there, and I listened to music along the way that made me feel soft inside my heart. My ipod was on shuffle, as I was not in a decision-making mood, and I loved being caught unawares by each new song that presented itself. There was Ke$ha making me feel all emotional. Yes, Ke$ha. She was singing a ballad and it was something about it being over, and that kind of thing gets me. Call me crazy.

And you guys, when I saw an older woman walking her dog, I got teary eyed. I know, somebody needs to sleep. Or go to therapy. Check and check, though. It’s just that love makes me cry sometimes. And I knew that woman loves that dog and I knew that dog loves that woman and sometimes that kind of love–innocent and unselfish, for the most part–makes something inside of me squeeze the dreams I have for my own life just a little tighter. And these are the dreams that involve people. And yes, I have a few. Dreams–not people–though, I guess I have people, too. In a completely non-servantile-way, I mean.

And how bout that extra hour last night? I say that like it gave an impressively fantastic performance or something. Like it’s the Eagles, who, according to facebook, at least, must have won today. Like it’s a kind of food that yielded a particularly good crop this season.

Which reminds me of what I told my friend Collin one time, when I was offering him one of my favorite snacks: saltines. “This is a particularly good box of them,” I said. And upon tasting one, he had to agree. Perhaps I will become a farmer. And I will plant saltine plants in my fields and every season I will harvest whole bushels of them and then invite my friends over to share in my bounty. My saltine bounty.