Congress has gone. August is day after day of dead air and wet heat. There’s a tornado warning for a neighboring county until midnight.
All the UDs are vaguely under the weather. A few hours ago we sat in the living room wondering what to eat for dinner and we got nowhere with that. We looked out the sliding glass doors at Lady Gaga the Deer Mother. Lady Gaga the Deer Mother shows up every afternoon with her nursing fawn and while the fawn nurses she STARES into the living room just like this like Fuck you try to stop me. She has the pointless belligerent exhibitionism of Lady Gaga and that’s where she got her name.
She’s in the same bad mood everybody’s in around here. She’s even mean to her kid. When she gets tired of challenging us she storms off, the kid clinging and dragging up the hill.
Jehovah’s Witnesses and guys from West Virginia who want to take down our trees knock at the door. When the phone rings, it’s a recording of the governor saying something about our proud state.
La Kid withdraws to her room and her brand new MacBook Air whose thin silvery je ne sais quoi makes her parents feel resentful, dowdy. Her room is full of gadgets that make us feel dowdy and resentful. Every now and then she looks away from her MacBook to chat, on her iPhone, with her friend Mark, who’s teaching English in Taiwan.