Just talked to my love on Skype, or, I talked and he wrote. It was so good though, his writing was him and my voice was mine- it is just very rarely one combines two ways of communicating at the same time. But I could sing him a song over the phone and he had no way to make me stop, I could give my own private radio show, it was funny. Plans are now set for first NY week. I land, see love, hang out with him, Peter and Gemma for a few days. Eat french pastries at daytime and Krispy Kreme at nighttime, and NY-pizza in between. Then we go to Rosendale on the 3rd or something, to see his mom and then we go to Ithaca for a couple of days to meet everybody, dad, brothers, niece, and it is going to be so exciting to see the waterfalls I’ve heard so much about-
Which brings me to today’s rescue mission. I have to tell you. So, we got these alive sweetwater crayfish the other day in the fish-car. And normally, what they do is put them dry, on ice, and within one or two days they slowly die and people buy them alive or dead, to cook. They are the coolest looking little dudes, with their antennas and ball eyes- little dinosaurs- with little claws and little souls. So I started looking after them, putting them on display, sure, but keeping them in enough water and flipping them over when they had fallen, and they clung on to my finger sometimes when I did, they knew I was gonna help them. So, today, I had kept them alive for 4 days in the shop- and it was Saturday- time to throw all the leftovers. So I sneakily rescued them and took them home in my bag. Then I found a little bowl and put them in the car, and drove to this little lake up on the mountain. It is full of waterlilys and has a brown rich soil around it, lots of mosquito larvae in the water- Perfect. So I let the 6 survivors (about 10 had been sold, and another 10 died. Huller om buller on top of each other, they must surely be traumatized for life) out into the water. And they seemed tired at first, but soon their antennas started whiskering around and all legs started to move the little dudes in different directions and they were gone. I swear, one of them looked back, up on me, and said Thank you Mimi with his little bubbly voice. Made me feel good.
My friend, the crayfish
Must go back to my song now, just recorded some flute and added some strings. Pompous and orchestral, as we like it.
