5/13/2016

Things I Need: Gently Wafting Curtains


I need a wing-back chair set near a sunny corner window. With a small table. Just large enough for my Jane Austen Action Figure, a small vase of flowers, and my cup of tea or glass of lemonade or finger of whiskey. Perhaps it has a shelf for a stack of books. A small drawer for note cards or an adult coloring book and pens/pencils. The chair needs a small pillow embroidered with, "Hairy Legs Are Your Only Link to Reality". And a home made, granny square afghan or a quilt. The window needs gently wafting curtains. Something soft and sheer and pretty. The vase will hold things like snap dragons and sweet peas and roses from our garden. Jane Austen will look on approvingly as I sip and read and remember who I am.

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3/02/2016

job requirements

Currently, here is my work:
  • Grieve
  • Stretch what is tight and release what is bound
  • Sit in the sunshine and listen to birds
  • Watch the oxalis turn to follow the sun traverse the sky
  • Drink water
  • Learn to breathe deep and inhabit my body
  • Drink sparkly water with lime
  • Scrub and wash my dishes and floors and self with lovely-scented bubbles
  • Paint, garden, sew, build, and cook new, delicious, healthy things
  • Drink more water
      and tea
      and wine
  • Shave my legs and paint my toes and wear more dresses
  • Sort through boxes of photos, papers, memories, keeping only that which sparks joy
  • Write
  • Pray
  • Read poems
  • Do our taxes
  • Love my man
  • Sing new songs
  • Other duties as assigned

1/21/2016

*tap tap*

... Is this thing on?

So. Yeah. Its been awhile.

I guess blogging died sometime in 2014.

I just want everyone to remember that I stopped blogging before it was cool. I need to get some Warby Parker glasses and start using more hashtags, I guess.

Anyway. I'm not sure why I stopped. The past two years were full, and I may not have had the energy to blog with so much going on. I needed to live my actual walking around life with other actual walking around humans doing the same thing.

Truth be told, I still feel that way. I want to plow through all the boxes of paperwork in my office that need to be dealt with. I want to sew and paint and design our new landscaping and organize the garage again. I want to get together with my girlfriends and go on dates with my husband. And adopt puppies that will mess up all our new landscaping.

I miss writing, though. And while I'm not convinced that ultimately this is where I want to do my writing, it is a place to write. So - perhaps we'll fire it up again, and see what happens.