October 5, 2018

I have been looking at my Etsy wishlist all morning and giving myself aneurisms over all the things that other people are buying out from under me, cursing the population boom and wishing for a new plague, heavily considering spending the grocery money on more old crap. Eventually I realized that my sanity as well as my fiscal responsibility hung in a delicate balance, so I stopped window shopping and went and made some hot chocolate. Although my personal ideologies have evolved to quite a different shape than many of the values I was raised with, some things apparently really stick in there. As I stirred my cocoa and thought longingly of that one most special item I wanted that I would be so mad if anyone else got before I could, I consoled myself with the thought

well if god wants me to have it I’ll get it.


everyday including holidays

September 13, 2018

This is what it looks like when I try to take a picture of both my elbows at once. Shut up. You try it.

waterslide away from you

September 7, 2018

Our emotional investment in celebrities is just a proxy for the fact that we wish we knew our neighbor.

images of broken light

September 5, 2018

The fun new game my eyes are playing this autumn: find the yellow dog in the yellow yard.

Can someone please write Tom Petty’s name in the sky?

It is not enough to teach the non-dominant hand to do the skilled tasks of the dominant hand. To truly function you must simultaneously carefully and deliberately teach the supporting and balancing tasks of the non-dominant hand to the dominant hand. There is no dominant hand. There are only two units of cooperation.

mama said

July 6, 2018

I’m wandering around haphazardly watering the garden and cleaning the house while my brain wakes up, and I became gradually aware that I was singing that You Can’t Hurry Love song. That’s funny, I wonder why, I thought. When my subconscious selects a song it’s basically always related to something I’m doing or thinking. Sometimes it’s as simple as doo, doo, doo, lookin out my back door; sometimes it’s as abstract as sail on silver girl. Usually I can trace its inspiration back to the activity or thought that prompted it.

This morning was a little different. I found myself at a loss to interpret my own brain to itself. I gave up and washed dishes, but I kept on sliding mysteriously back into the song.

Momo and Lucky having apparently formed one of their temporary alliances approached and relaunched their badgering campaign to have breakfast early. No way, I told them for like the dozenth time, if I feed you early you start waking me up at 5AM. You’ll just have to wait.


My brain is so pleased when it can understand itself.

PS. The more I learn about the music attached to Phil Collins the more impressed I am with him. Good job on all your eclectic sound ventures, Phil Collins.