May 12, 2009
10 months ago
Amateur Astrology
It’s 5:11 am and I’m keying two minutes (2:00) and “Start” on a microwave touch pad in rhythm to the last four opening and closing guitar string chimes of The Beatles’ “Eight Days a Week”. The song plays in my head, maybe somewhere from the back seat of a maroon mini-van down the highway between sleeping in to avoid a day of farm work and going to town with Mom on a Saturday so I can buy “Batman” trading cards. I only notice this on Monday mornings. It must be Monday morning. Though, I know I go through this simplistic microwave routine at least seven days a week. The same with popping my back underwear elastic to parallel the ticks in the bathroom clock before showering… -djg