lakeside
whoa
more urban wildlife
today
things I hate:
my end-of-day commute
hunting for parking
so-called friends who are not
squishy, flavorless american “gummy bears”
narcissists, users, and the self-righteously prideful
relentless political campaigning
irregardless unsensible languagistic usage
ugliness
anyone meddling with my teeth
being the only person at work in a halloween costume
teutonic network admins
nostalgic regret
things I love:
haribo gold bears (aka the original gummi baren)
birds, especially ones that talk or cause mischief
clanky radiators
strong coffee
that man who makes me laugh & swoon
tights + boots
vintage raincoats
my art table
happenstance adventuring
kneading bread dough
naps
tinkering & pottering
my niece’s cow saying “mow mow”
urban wildlife
where are we again?
window ghoulies
somebody who designs the displays for shake rattle & read has been working some serious creative overtime…
weekend delights
my super-adorable niece got her money’s worth out of the trains exhibit at the amazing museum of science and industry on saturday.
and afterward we all trekked over to margie’s candies for ginormous ice cream sundaes.
it can be most excellent to have a few kids handy as an excuse to kid it up ourselves. :)
the mysticism of friendship
I don’t know how they do it, but they do. I will be scraping along in the sediment of whatever mundane moods seep up of a given day, given week, and a glowing little missive will come fluttering into my inbox to spark alight all the damp and dreary ends back into something warm and pulsing. stillness along the threads that comprise my extended friendship network is completely understandable and natural in the way of ebbing and flowing busy lives, if mournful to the one who’s blue– and I do know that my own fingers should tap out a morse to call forth a reassuring echo when in need– but sometimes these true friends just, somehow, know, and do it, all on their own, just like that– and the whole thing comes awake, alive, and I am nestled, nested, cocooned once more by the knowing of those who value and love me in this world, and all is right again.