Meet my new machine

My Mom and Grandma snagged this little machine for me at the Textile Center silent auction last weekend: $35.00. I am pretty excited.

Sense of Direction

On this day five years ago it all began. We drove around all night, watching stars and road signs but really just looking at each other. It was like we had both been pinned on the same point on the same map and decided simultaneously to head in the same direction.

I love this road that we're on, by the way.


Happy Anniversary, honey!

Survey Says

Unintentional tragedy: I think I killed a bird in the parking lot this morning.

Random act(s) of kindness: An older gentleman held the door for me at the gas station when I was buying milk for the store. And a woman at JJ's complimented me on my shirt.

Wish for the day: A walk by the river. Or maybe a few games of ping pong.

Miscellaneous event: A woman from Cyprus placed an order for Moroccan Mint and a TeaSource poster. Also, I hung long paisley curtains with string and paper clips and staples in the front window at work.

Song of the day: Relator - Pete Yorn and Scarlett Johansson

Two Sundays Ago

I guess I like the yours in mine, the keeping of the heart.

Not Today

It's rare that I say the things I mean to say (even now).
Here are a few things I know:

The general public will never cease to baffle me (yes, even you).

I still don't know where I stand half of the time, but I have mastered the philosophy of fake it 'til you make it.

I love the drive home.

I am overwhelmed daily by extreme love, extreme unrest, and extreme reserve. Maybe someday I will wake up and finally accept the things that everyone else already seems to know.

Happy Birthday to my dear husband!

Resolve

Words can't grow skin

or fit into splints. They don't read

road signs or feel the comfort

of warm hands. Words reason

with isolation as a phantom

body, broaching desolate

boundaries of consciousness

without water or stars.