passion in paradise

nicholas hasn't written in far too long and instead of doing it himself he told me to write it for him. this is called laziness. but i have obligingly obliged because of the nice girlfriend that i am. scruffy is dozing, some distant weed-eater is droning and nick is lounging whilst reading a philosophy book called "the wisdom of insecurity for the age of anxiety." the first thing i did when i picked the book up last night was to check the title page for the publishing date. apparantly, 1950's america was an age of anxiety. hmmm.....i had a rather different idea of the 50's. one that included more jello moulds and door to door salesmen. but i guess that's why i'm not a philosopher.
yesterday we started dismantling georgia's old room---which was no small feat. that place is a perfect museum of dust and clutter and ripe with the smell of high-school memories. we took posters off the walls, we hid secrets in drawers, we scrubbed and polished. susanne seems to think georgia may not be as keen on the new look as we are. uh oh.
sunny california is getting sunnier by the day which i enjoy. i want it to get hot enough where i actually want to hang out on the beach in a bathing suit instead of jeans and a jumper. the tomato plants in the back are shooting up and shooting out small yellow flowers that smell like salad. nick thinks the mysterious bird visitor that flaunts himself almost daily in the tall tree beyond the fence is a western wood- pewee. birds have some pretty poetic names. we were just yesterday discussing the ecstatic life of an imaginary orinthologist who exclusively studies the bush tit. and what his business cards must look like.
tonight the two of us are going to a habitat for humanity green building meeting. we have signed up as volunteers to help research green building techniques and meet with builders and designers who try and implement these practices. should be good.
nick just walked out of the room---but not before he sent a loud vicious fart my way. and your way too.
goodbye