the mariner's revenge

Today Erik is hiking, so I've spent the day alone except for a trip to the mental health place for therapy. I've decided I was being too passive. I'm changing my--what word am I looking for--tack? tact? tactic? I intended to go to the post office and send the first batch of zines, but I never made it. So I still don't know how much it will cost per zine. It's either going to be 59 or 76, domestic.

Today was a good mail day. I got a stack of postcards from my friend A, a total surprise. She has an essay in the new ELM, so I'm going to give her five. What else did I get? A letter from my penpal in Finland.

I'm listening to The Decemberists. I just heard that long song about revenge, those two men who are together in the belly of a whale. The mother says, "Find him, bind him--tie him to a pole and break his fingers...."

I've been collating, binding, punching holes, tying knots. I've been writing notes to go in with the zines. Sometimes they get repetitive, but to my dearest I say something new. I've got this great Japanese stationary that some people are getting their notes on--it says, "I'm out of my mind with loneliness. Stay with me." That just about sums up my day!