Tuesday, June 1, 2010


Sometimes I write whole blog entries in my head and forget them later. I am dreaming of houses these days--the split-level house I grew up in, creaky Gothic mansions in miniature, houses with shattered windows that remind me of jagged, broken teeth. I am sure this is meaningful, but I am too tired to parse this out.

My weekend was busy, exhausting, hot. Still, I find I like working outside, among the pepper plants and the hibiscus and the Gerber daisies. There are babies in lacy bonnets and Scotty dogs and the occasional breeze. Yesterday I watched the thunderstorm roar across the parking lot.

I think I should try to worry less, enjoy the details.


Kathleen said...

1) I am glad I am not the only one who writes things in her head and forgets them.

2) Sometimes I do it twice.

3) Sometimes I actually write things, and forget that I did. Awkwardly so, when it's a thank you note. And then another thank you note. Though that's better than no thank you note!

4) Yes, enjoy the little things!

5) Um, I lost count....

Sherry O'Keefe said...

1) i talk inside my head, too.

2) sometimes the talk turns into a debate.

3) i find scraps of paper in my back pocket with words like: elbow telepathy, neon sparks, daisy lost her doll. i don't remember writing them down, and i don't know what they mean.

4) simple things are the deal breakers. your blog and poetry are proof positive you are tuned in.

D) find another way to count.

now i can't remember how i found your blog, but i am enjoying your posts!


Susan said...

I like knowing that other people are writing and holding conversations in their heads. It's comforting.

It's the little things that make me happy :)