In which I know the code is broken
The two tiny dogs I'm watching were undisturbed, which eventually lulled me out of my jumpiness. These dogs bark if they hear the click of a toenail of someone walking in Taiwan, so their somnolence was reassuring.
The wind swept away the lingering grey that's been hanging over our coastline of late, and this morning, the light through the blinds was clear and bright, and I stumbled around, banging into unfamiliar corners and tripping over dog toys, trying to remember where I left my keys. The wind had cleared the skies, but not my brain. I have high expectations for the wind, apparently, very few of which are ever met.
To help with the brain-clearing, I walked uptown to the new Sephora--a riot of cosmetics and perfume--where I was outnumbered by salesladies at a ratio of about 8:1. They stalked me in the aisles, eyeing my handbag as well as the empty basket they'd given me to collect my purchases. One nice thing about the store is that they'll make you a sample of any perfume you want, so I walked out with several, and an eyeliner, and a ridiculous color of eyeshadow, RIDICULOUS, I cannot even name the color. Let me look at it again. OK, it is called Noir Pr�cieux, and what the hell, "precious black"? That sounds like a Hogwarts employee, and anyway, the eyeshadow is decidedly violet, a deep and disturbing dark purple like an iris that's called black by those lying seed catalog copywriters, but which is any fool can see is really purple.
I cannot wait to wear this eyeshadow of insanity in conjunction with several dozen of the crazier of my new perfume samples. I will sit in the dark, and you will sense my presence by my cloud of perfume, but it will take several moments for you to realize I am staring back at you through eyes centered in deep pools of creepy Precious Black eyeshadow.
Until then, I'll be here, at my desk, with this great new filing project my boss assigned me. Bonus: when I announced to a coworker that the project would take me the rest of the week, she replied cheerily, "Good!"
And, in the Coals to Newcastle Department, a nice young man made beer, from scratch, I assume, and delivered a bottle of it to the brewery where my band rehearses. I was not present to receive this beer, but I want to stress that I like this trend, and very much encourage it. You can call ahead to make sure I'll be present, or just drop off the gifts. Either way, I remain
Your faithful
Violet
Star of the day. . .Tom Verlaine