* Sleepy, at the end of the day, I heard "Masterpiece has the ability to bring great trauma to life."
* Beginning a project with luscious blue yarn.
* Decided to give up trying to keep up with the decisions for the professional life of someone.
Sunday, October 29, 2017
Wednesday, October 25, 2017
Monday, October 23, 2017
points, sleep, flight
* I am flummoxed. (don't know what it means but always liked the sound of it) I am semi packed to leave a dog sitting job and only just now realized that for a week I have had my cardinal points mixed. Last night I was fumbling with my phone and found the compass. South is not where I thought it was. All the palm trees have misled me. Couldn't see the sunset properly.
* Why are dogs like children? They drag (yes, literally) you out of bed at a godly hour, demand nutrition.....then wump back to sleep. Can I return to sleep? Hades no. The garbage I have not put in the bin for a week thumps me in the nose while my guilt at eating the cupboard bare squashes my brain.
* So, another flight tomorrow. Another struggle for luggage at the carousel, another marathon to the shuttle. Moving on, moving on, moving on.
* Why are dogs like children? They drag (yes, literally) you out of bed at a godly hour, demand nutrition.....then wump back to sleep. Can I return to sleep? Hades no. The garbage I have not put in the bin for a week thumps me in the nose while my guilt at eating the cupboard bare squashes my brain.
* So, another flight tomorrow. Another struggle for luggage at the carousel, another marathon to the shuttle. Moving on, moving on, moving on.
Friday, October 20, 2017
alleys, aerie, drink
* I pine for alleys. I miss alleys. I grew up with an alley. An alley to short cut through. To burn trash in (a perfect way to learn about fire--how to start, control, put out,effects of wind on). To view the other sides of people's lives. (Riding a train is another way to do that.) I am viewing an alley right now at the apt where I am dog sitting. (Always thought that was weird "Sitting on a dog") I am high up and looking straight down a paved (fancy!) alley with brick and adobe fences which come right up to the alley's sides. I would have to bounce like a ball to see over them and into backyards. This part of town has utility poles with lines crisscrossing the alley.
* Not many distractions in my dog sitting aerie (sp? 'High up nest'). No radio, tv, internet sketchy. Wallowing in books and knitting and watching a huge dog sleep in my favorite chair. The boys' school plays taps at 9 every night and bells of the church chime hourly.
* I walked to the local farmers' mkt yesterday. Had a cold icy mint-cucumber-lime drink. Found the NYT.
* Not many distractions in my dog sitting aerie (sp? 'High up nest'). No radio, tv, internet sketchy. Wallowing in books and knitting and watching a huge dog sleep in my favorite chair. The boys' school plays taps at 9 every night and bells of the church chime hourly.
* I walked to the local farmers' mkt yesterday. Had a cold icy mint-cucumber-lime drink. Found the NYT.
Wednesday, October 18, 2017
consume, plane, plane
* "Consume before January 2018" ha, ha!
* A younger than I thin man sits beside me on the plane wearing a hassock? Cossack? Oh, yes....a cassock. He begins praying before we taxi from the gate and continues over 2 states. "Then decided there was no point."
* The magicness of descending down through the clouds. There is land below, right?
* A younger than I thin man sits beside me on the plane wearing a hassock? Cossack? Oh, yes....a cassock. He begins praying before we taxi from the gate and continues over 2 states. "Then decided there was no point."
* The magicness of descending down through the clouds. There is land below, right?
Thursday, October 12, 2017
upheaval, tree, hair
* I have such intestinal upheaval when anticipating a trip. And during a trip. And for a brief time when I come home from a trip. Then it, the upheaval, retreats and I am relieved that I went. This is the case no matter how far or long the trip, grocery runs included. Been happening forever. So at last now when I am hurtling (not the stomach contents) down the 5 at 6 I know I will live. And I will be glad I went, travelled.
* My neighbor is admiringly organized. His maple tree drops its leaves all in one day. He mows them up the next.
* I have found at the beginning of my umth decade my perfect person of hair cutting.
* My neighbor is admiringly organized. His maple tree drops its leaves all in one day. He mows them up the next.
* I have found at the beginning of my umth decade my perfect person of hair cutting.
Wednesday, October 11, 2017
intent, taps, fireworks, awe
* I am intent upon reading in the sunshine then suddenly there are 50 young boys chanting at the top of their lungs. All levels of deep voices.
* Taps at bedtime.
* The fireworks at Disneyland always surprise me, heard from a distance.
* In awe of a son who figures out intricate math and geometry mixed in with customer interaction.
* Taps at bedtime.
* The fireworks at Disneyland always surprise me, heard from a distance.
* In awe of a son who figures out intricate math and geometry mixed in with customer interaction.
pie, aging, dancing, stop, crack
* Dinner with the nuns. Punkin pie oh my!
* I don't believe in aging..I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. V Woolf
* Dancing on the edge is the only place to be.
* When someone yells "STOP", I don't know if it's in the name of love, it's hammer time or if I should collaborate and listen.
* There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. L Cohen
* I don't believe in aging..I believe in forever altering one's aspect to the sun. V Woolf
* Dancing on the edge is the only place to be.
* When someone yells "STOP", I don't know if it's in the name of love, it's hammer time or if I should collaborate and listen.
* There's a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in. L Cohen
Wednesday, October 4, 2017
post, pelican, fishing
* "The border post was like a dreary English bus station, plus, machine guns."
Antonia Fraser
* I would like to come back as a pelican so I could carry books, pen, paper, photo ID, knitting.....in my throat.
* A person fishing pauses with line still in the water to nibble an ear of corn.
Antonia Fraser
* I would like to come back as a pelican so I could carry books, pen, paper, photo ID, knitting.....in my throat.
* A person fishing pauses with line still in the water to nibble an ear of corn.
Monday, October 2, 2017
vaccy, soda, sand
* So...I am on a vaccy. (The speller thing thought I meant "vacuum".) A grubby one on which my glasses have an eternal film of grit and grease, I do not know when I next will eat or drink, my body muscles keep screaming "you have got to be kidding", and who knows when or where I will sleep or pit stop. It is good. And I love the person I am staying with.
* Trying to figure out when and how I can slip away to find a soda to drink in secret.
* Sand in my cuffs. Sand in my yarn. Sand in my eyes.
* Trying to figure out when and how I can slip away to find a soda to drink in secret.
* Sand in my cuffs. Sand in my yarn. Sand in my eyes.
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