Elements of a good afternoon.
The afternoon sunlight is streaking gold through the shades.
There is a monster in my back tearing at the walls of my muscles. I am flat, prone, immobile.
I am reminded that I have no patience for healing. I must learn to accept and be gentle with the weaknesses in my body. I am only human and so it goes.
There are little scraps of paper lying on my bright red rug. They are remnants of love.
I have a strong, steady, loving man. He makes even the most back breaking days shine.
I am a lucky girl.
This is what it going on.
“The house across the street is for sale.”
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“Ooohh, guess what? The house across the street is for sale.”
“Oh yeah? What’s it going for?”
“I don’t know, but maybe you should buy it.”
Audible pause.
“It’s so cute, it’s perfect for a first house. You and Z. could easily afford it together on your salaries.”
“Mom. There are all kinds of things wrong with this line of thought.”
“What?”
“Well… First, Z. and I work 100 miles from the house. Second, we’ve been dating for all of two and a half months. Third, I don’t want to live across the street from you. Fourth, I have no security deposit for a house payment. I’ve got more, should I continue?”
“HAHA, no, you have some good points.”
“Yes. Nice dreams though, Mom.”
254.365 - Whiskey, thank you very much. on Flickr.
Makers and the best darn ginger ale money can buy. Best.Drink.Ever.
I take lots and lots of pictures with my phone. These are some cool tips!
Milky Way! on Flickr.
I love the handful of earth you are.
Because of its meadows, vast as a planet, I have no other star. You are my replica of the multiplying universe.
Your wide eyes are the only light I know from extinguished constellations; your skin throbs like the streak of a meteor through rain.
Your hips were that much of the moon for me; your deep mouth and its delights, that much sun; your heart, fiery with its long red rays,
was that much ardent light, like honey in the shade.
So I pass across your burning form, kissing you — compact and planetary, my dove, my globe.
- Pablo Neruda, translated by Stephen Tapscott
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I recommend looking down when at IKEA.
"He could throw words up into the sky, they fell down in a marvellous pattern."
— www.guardian.co.uk/books/booksblog/2011/dec/16/christopher-hitchens-tributes?fb=optOut
Life is a lesson in patience.
“I hear John is coming down to go wedding suit shopping with you!”
“Yep.”
“Macy’s has very good sales on Wednesday.”
“Yeah… I know. Precisely the reason he is coming down on Wednesday.”
“He really needs help with this. He doesn’t want to do it.”
“I know.”
“You will help him, right?”
“Uh… Yes, that’s the point.”
“They open at 7am. You should be there by at least 8am. That will give you enough time before work.”
“Yep.”
“I told John that there is a Kenneth Cole suit for $99 there. He wouldn’t write it down. Will you remember that?”
“Yeah Mom, Kenneth Cole. Got it.”
“If you can’t find anything at Macy’s, go to Nordstrom Rack in San Francisco.”
“MOM.”
“What?”
“I can manage this without the play by play advice, Mom. Quite well, in fact. I get by without you, you do know that?”
“Oh god, I know. Gene is really pissed off at my micro-managing right now. I can’t stop myself. I’m sick.”
“Ha ha.”
“Sigh.”
“John and I will be fine, and if we need your help, we’ll ask, okay?
“Okay hon.”
“Awesome.”
