Frank, neck, changes, Davis

* Look at how a single candle can both defy and define the darkness.
   A. Frank

* I love coming home at the end of the day and untying the ribbon around my   
   neck that holds my head on.

* The enjoyment of reading a book then watching the movie based on the book 
   and being okay with changes. 

* When you hit the wrong note it's the next note that makes it bad or good.
   M. Davis

desk, feeder, produce

* "What did you do today?"
   "I moved my desk."

* The squirrel must have super strong throat muscles to swallow while eating upside down on the birdfeeder.

* I joined a CSA (the thing with produce) 30 miles away to insure that I leave the house one day a week...or was it the kilted men on the advertisement? (Added later:they really do wear kilt while working in the fields...)

silverware, uncertainty, sun, ?

* Mom’s company silverware has been on vacation in the far back of the cupboard forever. I have been saving it—until today when I asked myself “Why?” and “For what?”. Oh, yeah. That Thanksgiving block party=no. I chose a feminine flowery fork for my sautéed cabbage. Half way through the treat, I realized the fork had not been washed since 1990. Do people slather silverware polish before storing?

* The radio badgers me daily with their opinion that times are uncertain. Uncertainty is not new (if indeed these are uncertain times)-heard of the French Revolution? Plague in the neighborhood? Russia in 1917 if your name was Romanov?

* Early, early, I tiptoe onto the deck and deposit myself in a slice of sunshine. The garden has been shrouded in mist and rain for the last two days. I bask. I breathe. I read. Clouds develop and off I dash back into the house. (Then, thunder)

* I have great fun dissecting thoughts with my room mate. Is there pure grief? Is there ever pure love?

pro, cannot, always

* Simple way to save money:procrastinate. Procrastinate so long that I forget I thought I needed the things I thought I needed.

* I just cannot do it. Vacuum the dirt out of my car and tidy the beach towels I lay down to protect the upholstery. I begin the job then bags of gardeny stuff jump into the car. Plants crawl in unannounced. Long post, boards, wheedle their way through the windows. Muddy wellies take naps under the seats.

* Much has been (treacly at times) written about the glory of waking up to a fresh morning after a night's crisp rain and for me that feeling reoccurs every time and I am thankful for it.

room mate, zzzzzz, smile

* A room mate who is supportive and says, "That sounds good. Do it." (and carries heavy bags of things around to the garden)

* sleep..and sleep... and sleep.

* 'Always Be My Maybe'