It's just another day...do do do do do

It's strange, as a human, to be phased out, like a pair of pants you used to wear all the time but now you only put on when you can't find anything else.  I think I'd rather be stuffed in a bag and sent off to Good Will, where at least someone might cut me into pieces and make a quilt of me, or use me for painting.

It's also strange to dream of big red white and blue ship launchings, and the random severed arm here and there, but I'll have to wait to think about that until I get on the train because I'm already running late and as usual I can't find any pants to wear.

Big day today, could be do-or-die for the Volvo. Hoping she's still got a few months to go...

Count on it

Well, I'm back from a perfectly lovely week on the North Shore of my favorite Lake (is it? I've never said that before, exactly.) and much to my recent dismay I have found out that it takes approximately six days in the city and four days back at work for me to feel vaguely as though life is coming to an end.

Today in a somewhat stark but nonetheless pleasant moment I realized that I honestly do not know the answer to the question "what have I got to lose?"...

Even so I had a nice dinner alone tonight, including mint and basil and cilantro and radish and garlic chives and nasturtiums from the garden, chicken from the grill and odds and ends from the fridge and cupboard...

this is what emotional eating looks like. (no cherry on top.)

I'd really wanted to do some writing about the all-too-brief trip before its memory drifted off to distant shores, but it's fading nearly as fast as the evening sun (though it lingers sweetly) and at the moment I'd best be off for a walk in this delicious weather, and save my thoughts for another time. More coming.

I need to do some writing.

I miss it.  Or, I miss being able to look back and remember all that has happened over the past year or two, or more, and learn a few new things, as well.  I miss taking the time to reflect and take photos and share some of my modest life with the very few of you out there who I know stay connected to me, from time to time, through my writing here.

It's not that I haven't had time. Sure, things have been busy, but in truth, I've been purposelessly neglecting this page, for quite a long time now. Perhaps I've grown tired of maintaining a presence here that doesn't seem to reflect certain aspects of my current existence. Perhaps I've grown lazy.  Perhaps I would rather not reflect on my activities and feelings. Perhaps I've lost the knack. Perhaps words cannot do justice. Perhaps a lot of things. But it would be a lie to say that I've not had time.

Yesterday evening I was sitting in a salon, waiting a few minutes for a haircut, and I picked up a magazine that was lying nearby, the kind of thing it's interesting to flip through maybe once a year.  On a page's worth of quotes from celebrities I've never heard of, these words caught my eye:

"There is always enough time. One of my biggest pet peeves is when someone's excuse is 'I didn't have time.' From getting important work done to texting someone back, you always have time if it matters."

Of course, this woman probably didn't have to feed the kids, mow the lawn, take her aging grandmother to the doctor, paint the garage, or write a dissertation, among the many other possibilities, although she did apparently manage to write a pretty crappy book.  Anyway, the point is that it doesn't really matter how busy you are, think you are, want to be, or try to be.  The more I think about those words the more they seem to ring true. It's not the time you have, it's the time you make. You find time. And if you don't have time in your life for the things that matter, then maybe it's time to let a few things go. 

So, I'm going to work on that and get back here just as soon as I can. It's not that I can't make time, but it's probably true that I just don't have a mind to do it, or the heart for it (which are probably even poorer excuses!), although maybe I'll feel differently after a week on the shore. I hope so, and I shall return...

Truth is Hard to Come By

Some people get it and some people don't.

No Good Morning

Get up.  

Remember your dreams.

Take a shower, fix your hair, change your attitude, find some faith. Choose love. 

Change your attitude, have faith, choose Love.

Get going.

Long Exposure

I think where cameras fail

may be in 

the impossibility of 

the separation of

light from darkness,

if not 

stopping time

It's beautiful, running by 

night, blind and alive

to the coming storms on the radar

6/3/2010

if that's not a frog i hear tonight

i don't know what else it could be...