read + think

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

giggle, school, piercing, snow, shake

* I drive to the PO through sublimation.

* These produced giggles from me:

   "God answers knee-mail" (on a church marquee)
   "contextualize"
   "virtual signaling"
   "feral knitting" (confusion of Fair Isle knitting)
   "born again spinster" (someone referred to me as)
   "boxer rebellion" (someone said as I was struggling to put together a box)
   The elevator box I rise and fall in is called a car.

* "I wish I could be in schools like that the rest of my life." Said by a son about a school I chose for him and drove him to and from everyday and paid tuition to and at which I saw him blossom. The pure gold of child raising is gems and appreciation they give when raised.

* sublimation=transition of a substance from the solid state directly to the vapor state such that it does not pass through the intermediate liquid phase

* Talking with my roommate about body piercing. My woman/mother mode surfaces spontaneously, "But can you breast feed a baby when you have nipple rings?"

* The first white cool powdering of snow that had come, silently, with no announcement, in the night.
Ray Bradbury Dandelion Wine

* It will all shake out. Meanwhile, I am putting up more twinkle lights.

glasses, chocolate, pizza, curtains, plans

* Yipeeeee....I need my sunglasses today!

* I gain 2 pounds watching Martha cook with chocolate.

* I succumb to a mushroom/spinach pizza...the winning strategy is sharing it with my roommate.

* Material I bought for a new dress seems not quite right but is totally lovely as curtains.

* We had such exciting plans for today's trip to another city but when our eyes met early this morning we decided it was a no-go. The wind last night kept the dogs nervously noisy and produced horrid dreams for me. I am really okay with not going--so much to do right here.

says, windy, balloon

* Struck (but not hurt or depressed) by someone in class pointing to the woman (not me) beside him and saying, "And this is my other half." So now I am half a person?

* A fiercely windy day. I air the bedding.

* A floating red balloon shaped like a rose.

wash, drape, class

* First day of my 'I'm Going to Wash That Man (and His Mother) Right Out of My Hair' campaign.....When his singing of  'Horst-Wessel-Lied’ seeps into my memory I jump up to insert something completely, completely different into the CDer. Presto! Got the shampoo going.

* I drape myself in regular britches instead of the fleecy sweat pants I have worn for a week to keep warm.

* Another inspirational writing class.

ducks, dark, books

* I watch the ducks arranged in v's above. I count them pecking at the frozen grass by the lakes. And I remember Sayers:
-How fleeting are all human passions compared with the massive continuity of ducks.-

* The world is dark, and light is precious.
   Come closer, dear reader.
   You must trust me.
   I am telling you a story.

* Rustling pages, creaking steps, and the whisper of a thousand titles. The music of a bookstore.

paper, snow, waffle

* My roommate leaves the house for a grub run and finds me in my car reading the Sunday paper. Sunshine creates perfect lighting, the car is warm, no little dogs disturb my concentration (or smash into the held up newspaper)=a cozy reading room. Reminds me of years I sat in a car parked in a driveway listening to the radio. Also, "I always knew when you and Dad were fighting. You would sit together in the car in the driveway."

* So happy I cleaned up the poop before the snow came.

* Finding waffle long johns in a store at the almost end of winter.

hoar, monitor, sockets, tidbits

* Hoarfrost on the rabbit shrub and trees as I drive to the PO up the hill and through the valley. The foot hills are shrouded with frost fog.

* I have been monitoring my blood sugar and experimenting with ingesting. Tonight rum.

* Freeing the wind sockets—they dance about joyfully.

* Waking early to buy  tidbits for a student to sustain her through the day.

warm, wire, weekly, present

* A luxuriously warm mid winter day! I hook up the hose and sprinkler to water the earth and trees. Poop duty first (we work together on this:they poop and I clean it up). The grass and trees and plants exposed, the sprinkler swirls, swirls. I dream of the results of my activity today, think about the marvelous shade present here in the summer.

* My roommate fixes the chicken wire perfectly to keep the dogs from barking at the activity over the wooden fence.

* We at the house have established a routine of weekly lunch eating outs. We touch base, turn off phones, talk in complete sentences. Today we interrupt one another frequently, finish sentences and laugh, laugh, laugh.

* I am so content in buying him a birthday present--one of his choosing, one that is just right. We go together to find it.

person, life, peace

* Librocubicularist:a person who reads in bed

* He who thinks he is bigger than the rest must go to the cemetery. There he will see what life really is.

* I only want to live in peace, plant potatoes, and dream.  Trove Jansson

lady, kind, home

* A lady gives me a book she wanted to hand into the used bookstore as we stand in line. Just the book I was looking for.

* A reassuring, kind dental assistant.

* A son home from an adventure brimming with ideas.

twigs, movie

* On my way out of the market I see the twisted willow twigs (I love twisted willow twigs). "I've got to go back in and buy some. They might be all gone when I come back!!" Giggle. Giggle. Imagining a blood thirsty horde of shoppers converging on the florist section choosing all the twisted willow twigs.

* Alone (but not lonely) to a movie. The snow swirls in circles (northern hemisphere circles) as I open the door. The theater is tiny and fresh smelling. My sinuses never clog up here. The previews and then....darkness. A magical, well done story is woven. Just me and the story and the brilliant actors, script and costumes, the beautiful costumes. Though not my favorite fashion era, I am struck by the simplicity of the post war styles. While the credits scroll the people seated behind analyse the "H" out of this beautiful movie. I know I am happiest alone, not wanting to share this experience in a manic pack animal way. I notice the beauty of the city as I drive home and the glow continues until I tuck into bed with furry animals.

whisk, not, books

* I had a Camelot moment today wishing that the more than expected snow would just whisk away.

* It did not.

* A bookstore I lost myself in for awhile.