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Crows
For the last two days, the crows have been swooping low and fast whenever I round the bend of the path in the park. The mornings have been mild and clear. There's rarely anyone else out that early so it's just us and the birds. It's just us, the birds, and the occasional breeze. Remy uses the time to sniff the redwood chips along the edge of the ( Read more... ) -
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I've been struggling with the concept of home, trying to figure out what foundations are. In college, houses and homes were always a central theme in my writing. There was the play off an old nursery rhyme in my senior year. Or that first project I did for Springer's experimental writing class when I made a book folded into the shape of a house, ( Read more... ) -
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It's raining and I'm watching the rivulets of water run from the roof tiles of my neighbor's house. I keep hearing music and my cold fingers are making it hard to type. -
Consumption
All I've done this weekend is eat, even in my dreams. Friday evening was a throwback to the days of my youth when all I craved were tiny little pizza bites that cooked up easily. The biggest dilemma I faced was weighing the option of cooking it in the toaster oven which would ensure a delicious little crunch to the edges, or nuking them in the ( Read more... ) -
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Things that still make me cry:
1) mean people
2) unexpected kindness
3) frustration
4) the leftover guilt from never feeling good enough, aka the last holdover from adolescence
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I'm in a comment exchange/digital conversation on facebook with some friends right now and I had to stop and think how lucky I am for having such wonderful people in my life. They make me laugh even though we're thousands of miles apart. Cheers to poets who love yogurt.
I'm blessed beyond measure. -
More dreams
Like clockwork, these odd dreams ( Read more... ) -
Summer
I received my first bug bite of the season last night. A small bite, most likely mosquito. The bite is inconveniently located next to my pinky toe, making it near impossible to resist scratching. So it begins. Summer. Bug bites. An invariably mixed collection of minor scars to add to the collection of other faded marks from previous years. Scars ( Read more... ) -
Squirrels
I was watching an old video from last year's Yosemite trip. In it a squirrel is sitting on ledge and making repeated chirping noises, akin to a bird. Remy lurched out of sleep when she heard the animal sounds and came right up to the computer to figure out the source of the noise ( Read more... ) -
Rain
I thought it was imagination at first, but it just started raining. I really need to pay attention to the weather forecast more.