MeyerBros

Unprotected feet carry you through a dark room
Guess where the furniture is before you smash your toes
Like tripping and giggling through an exciting encounter
Flirting shamelessly
The goals are clear: get to the light switch, the door, or the bed
Just don’t let him scratch your unshielded heart in the process
Through I suppose being barefoot is half the thrill

The poem isnt the interesting part. In fact there isnt one. An interesting part I mean. Should the title be “Flirting with Disatster” or “Flirting With Your Eyes Closed in a Dark Room”?

Karissa and I have been sharing a sore throat/cold thing all week long, and Erin K is visiting. So I’ve been ignoring my work todo list and have spent most of the week playing Carcassone and Five Crowns and cooking/eating good food. Erin and Karissa made Ethiopian doro wat and injera two nights ago, I made French onion soup and french bread last night.

On Tuesday we zoom down to Denver for a brief visit with Jacob, fly to Orlando to see Kimberly, and then drive down to Ft. Lauderdale for MCC US board meetings, where we’ll have an hour to talk with them about why it matters for MCC to recognize Lakota sovereignty. Then back.

The director of MCC resigned last week.

I think I’ll go for a walk now.