day five on gilligan's island.
geico, our friendly neighborhood gecko, is our new best friend who scrambles across our stucco walls. me thinks he gobbles up all the mosquitoes that would otherwise torment me at night. consequently i have been blessed with the most golden of slumbers on the eastside of kauai.
charlotte, the spider who once took up nest by our doorway, has flown the coop. even Dave, afflicted with a bad case of arachnephobia (sp?) had been smitten (not bitten) by her.
i just finished the life of pi, and in spite of my prolonged seasickness (god he's still on the boat), the ending was actually quite lovely and i realized the "the ethnography" was actually quite self-aware. the one "antagonist" of the novel was a french cook, ala the Little Mermaid (les poisson hee hee hee haw haw haw), and i think Yann Martel himself is french canadian. can anyone else confirm this? now onto everything is illuminated by jonathan safran foer...isn't being on vacation greeeat?
argument number 9: some of you might have realized that D and I are two different people. he is of more adventurous stock than I, but the Julia Kristeva (literary critic) reference that Adam made was more lost on him than I. so arguments are bound to happen. but he teaches me to stand more firmly on my own two feet, and i hope i am giving him something in return...
be on the look out for my goofy grin everytime dave refers to me as my wife. he has done it a total of three times already...and i have yet to reciprocate. i like this marriage thing.
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