Thursday, March 15, 2018

love, tuna, draft, cat, topics, knit

* “I love you more than bananas!”

* Tuna for dinner and I remember him scooping tuna from a can into a bowl and covering it with pepper. And the ghastly tuna casserole oils I burped throughout labor.

* The window measuring person comes and goes, leaving me with giddy anticipation of draft free rooms.

* Shall I find a cat to round out our zoo? This thought jumps into me when I discover piles of dried mouse poop after moving books so that I can unplug a cord behind the bookshelf. No book has teeth marks but the cord has been compromised.

* Thursday is the day we lunch together. Topics stumble around until we both realize what downers we have chosen. We shake heads and launch discussions of books, movies. And I eat the first beef in many weeks.

* I read that every sock wore by British soldiers in the Great War was hand knit—could that be true?

Saturday, March 10, 2018


* An early morning walk is a blessing for the whole day.
   Henry David Thoreau

* Stay close to people who feel like sunshine.

* The sun will rise and we will try again.

* You come home,
make some tea,
sit down in your armchair,
and all around there is silence.
Everyone decides for themselves
whether that is loneliness
or freedom.

Friday, March 9, 2018


*  "Sitting at night in a soft chair with a book, dogs sleep oblivious. My body aches with weeds pulled, laundry hung, leaves raked, poop cleaned up and too many errands  accomplished to remember. When I put down the book to hot shower and get out of the chair it is as though I have been punched in the gut and I wonder if I will make it to the water. I miss him."

Tuesday, March 6, 2018

people, neon, sun

* some people
   when they hear
   your story.
   upon hearing 
   your story.
   this is how

(with a bow to

* Neon sticky notes.

* The morning sun is creeping towards not being in my eyes when I turn east at 7:40 am.

Saturday, March 3, 2018

Area, shower, muscles

* I worked, worked to finish an outdoor project today and feel soooo muscle weary and happy. Maybe it was too early for the plants I uncovered to be exposed but the warm weather called to me and the area looks so tidy now.

* A room mate tall enough to fix the shower head.

* Using muscles klunky from winter’s ill use ( or unuse, or non-use). At night I notice they are more graceful and accurate.

Friday, March 2, 2018

good day, dog, movie

* I sit with  the glow of jobs completed today. One involved a man come to talk about construction work I have been looking forward to. Dates set. Dogs well behaved. Not wanting to waste a warm day I began cleaning leaves and muck out of the rocks outside. Though the wind comes up I persevere, catching the muck before it dances away and prying out rocks frozen into the arrangement. No gloves. Filthy  hands. Dirt under my nails. Hamstrings stretching. Realizing belatedly I must look dreadful bent over with my arse tipped to the sky. And now I sit with glowy cheeks reading Built.

* I am more sure about this than about anything else in my life now or at any time before:this dog would lie against me 24 hours everyday and demand that I rub his ears (and haunches, and tummy, and back, and the base of his tail, and, and, and) if I let him. Oh. Maybe he would jump down to crunch the food in his bowl. (Bathroom break for me.)

*Blue, the movie. 

Wednesday, February 28, 2018

read + think

* Spent the last few days re-reading The Creative Habit and Steal Like an Artist among others. Thinking. Thinking.