Norwegian Wood

I am a woodsman or perhaps I am seeing all of this from a far. I goes back and forth. I'm not clear... nothing is clear but I don't question it. There are two brothers (or maybe I am one of the brothers) clearing trees. One brother says to the other "It only takes one nail to topple the barn". Sometimes this is my pearl of wisdom and sometimes it was said to me. Soon other woodsmen come and take over, wanting to punish us for clearing the trees (a job they would soon take over themselves). We are fenced in by them. We are now POW's for our tree cutting misdeeds. The older brother is killed and the younger is no longer important. Now instead of being a brother and watcher of it all I am the older brothers wife and watcher of it all. There is a giant barn within our fenced off camp that is made from the lumber cleared by the brothers. She feels like she must free the others and she remembers that 'it only takes one nail to topple the barn'. There is a marshmallow covering the nail but it is easily removed revealing the nail. Using only her hands she removes the nail and some slats of wood and with a single push the wall of the barn falls. The fallen wall has taken out the camps fence and the POW's are free.

And then I wake up.

Just another one of my odd dreams.

In other news I have read 3 novels this month (each one sadder then the last in it's own way).

The first being a book my cousin had to read for school. I felt I could read the 530 pages before her. Two days later it seemed I could. It was sad and made me think about religion and everything I don't know about it (and maybe don't care to know). However I questioned the lovers in the book. Why did they love each other? It seemed like they loved each other because it kept the plot going. He was there and she was there and if they didn't love each other the story wouldn't have gone anywhere. It felt forced, affected... wrong I guess.

The second (another book brought home by a cousin and read for no real reason) was a history of The Myrtles Plantation when Frances Kermeen was the proprietor. There is almost nothing I love more then feeling freaked out and this book did an okay job of it. This book reminded me of my fascination with voodoo and my desire to go to New Orleans and soak in all the crazy that she has to offer. Every time the book mentioned Baton Rouge I wanted to pitch it across the room. I HATE Baton Rouge!

The third book I actually started last month and finished just before I sat down to write this. It's called The Wreckage and I highly recommend it. If I were to say anything that I want to it would give the book away though. So lets just say it sucks when you think one thing (and it's a thing that makes you happy) and it turns out to be not at all what you thought it was. You feel used in a way... but also it's fine because shit happens and then you get over it. Love is not inevitable.