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.
the final stretch
2 days ago
3 comments:
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....
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!
sherry
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 :)
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