* 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
Tuesday, June 25, 2019
Monday, June 24, 2019
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...)
"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...)
Sunday, June 23, 2019
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?
* 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?
Saturday, June 22, 2019
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.
* 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.
Friday, June 14, 2019
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'
* sleep..and sleep... and sleep.
* 'Always Be My Maybe'
Monday, June 25, 2018
knit, accomplish, knit
* Seen on a t-shirt:
Knitters---writing code since the 11th century.
* A contented feeling of having accomplished my list today in a calm, mellow way.
* I wallow in knitting porn, dogs snoozing beside me, until I realize the time.
Knitters---writing code since the 11th century.
* A contented feeling of having accomplished my list today in a calm, mellow way.
* I wallow in knitting porn, dogs snoozing beside me, until I realize the time.
Sunday, June 17, 2018
je suis revenu
je suis revenu......
* Winding my way to the post office, I pause in the roadway to allow 6 (6!!) wild turkeys to cross. The man in front of me has pulled to the side of the road to get out of his car and I hold my breath while he finds a box in his car's trunk. (No, no. Not a gun, I think. Hunters are fine but this would be too easy, too much like a....turkey shoot. Is it even hunting season?) A camera is his quest. When I return home my room mate tells me 6 turkeys crossing the road in front of one means exciting adventures in the coming year.
* "Just put the cardboard back into the closet."
(After he has fixed the door with it.)
"Ohhhh! Your closet smells nice!"
"Good. That means no one pooped in it..."
* I pause for awhile at the stop sign because a red winged blackbird has lighted on the pavement beside my car (and I do not see many of those here). My mesmerized self suddenly realizes that I must move on but ah, only a motorcycle is behind me.
* I follow 2 cyclists up and down hills until we all reach the stop sign. As we pause, a motorcycle cuts his left turn too closely surprising all three of us. Like dominos both cyclists go down. We three giggle.
* Winding my way to the post office, I pause in the roadway to allow 6 (6!!) wild turkeys to cross. The man in front of me has pulled to the side of the road to get out of his car and I hold my breath while he finds a box in his car's trunk. (No, no. Not a gun, I think. Hunters are fine but this would be too easy, too much like a....turkey shoot. Is it even hunting season?) A camera is his quest. When I return home my room mate tells me 6 turkeys crossing the road in front of one means exciting adventures in the coming year.
* "Just put the cardboard back into the closet."
(After he has fixed the door with it.)
"Ohhhh! Your closet smells nice!"
"Good. That means no one pooped in it..."
* I pause for awhile at the stop sign because a red winged blackbird has lighted on the pavement beside my car (and I do not see many of those here). My mesmerized self suddenly realizes that I must move on but ah, only a motorcycle is behind me.
* I follow 2 cyclists up and down hills until we all reach the stop sign. As we pause, a motorcycle cuts his left turn too closely surprising all three of us. Like dominos both cyclists go down. We three giggle.
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