crooked bridge

I tuned my viola last night. It has been over 5 years.

I polished the wood, cleaned the strings, and plucked some familiar notes.

I love all the rituals connected to playing a stringed instrument: putting rosin on the bow, adjusting the chin rest, turning the pegs to tune the strings, plucking A, then A and D together, finding the low C, lingering on my favorite string G.

Oh, and let's not forget vibrato.

Her bridge is a tad crooked.

we needed a break.

MEGABUS.trailmix.pretzels(dense).sausage.hot dogs.chocolate chai iced.tea shirts.alligator turtles.threadless.questionable.blueberry vodka.thai food.chicken hut.free art day.hot dogs.sunshine cleaning.T-Rex.pirates.nickel.hot dogs.epic naps.mitch.suitcase of tea.ferris wheel.stained glass museum.terrifying.caramel apples.photo booth.peruvian finger puppets.thrift store.train rides.twlight.speed humps.wendy's employee.nick and nora.hot dogs.shiny things.rain.cab ride from hell.waiting.screaming child.early morning bird calls.planet earth 4D.captain's hat.popcorn.

we had such a good trip. and we didn't get lost once.

propagation

The spider plant sits
on the wobbly brown
stand near the window.
The battered brass pot
reflects light in patches,
speedily wrapping
stray rays of sun
around its faded base.
The apartment window overlooks
the balcony that overlooks
the numbered expanse
of the parking lot.
I stand near the sagging overgrowth
as the water weight
collapses gaps in the soil,
re-setting small grains of earth
around the anonymous,
aging rosette.

so much to say

I am Smiling for a lot of reasons:

*Spring break in Chicago with Emily and Irma!

*SUNSHINE

*Scooter rides

*Sleeping in

*Sewing

*Swimsuit sales

revived

I found these drawings in a forgotten sketchbook today.














When I discover things like this, it revives my
sense of self, and I feel inspired.

preservation

these gloomy days are so hard on me.

the vase on the table holds flowers that are quickly losing their color.
i love that we change our clocks to preserve the daylight.

it would be a shame to lose that too.

air lifts

I had a great workout this morning and all the windows in the apartment are wiiiiiiiide open. Everything feels so fresh. I just poured myself a glass of iced tea and am listening to the traffic and the peace and the quiet.

March 06, 2009
*happy birthday Emily!

the city streets slush
and rush by my window
and i can feel the air lifting bad memories
out of the earth -
the wind has changed direction
and stars blind me at noon.

paper chains

count down the days.
we're linked for life :)

is it spring yet?

Flowers for Emily.
Loving the purple.

more people should play harmonica

If you like good music, you'll like this guy!

http://www.haywardwilliams.com/

jungle plants.guitar strings.lyrics.stories.space.friends.card games.

house concerts are fun.