Tagged With: humour
Door, Window, Kitchen
As if I know how to do that. Of course I don’t. As if not knowing how has any bearing whatsoever on the fact that I will do it, regardless. Honestly, what utter nonsense. I’m feeling rumpled. It’s not a comfortable feeling, through not a dangerous one either – I wouldn’t classify this as a mental […]
Creative balance.
I’ve been writing a grant application, due Oct 17, drawing sigils for prayer flags that will be cut out of lino, practising Faure & Brahms, blocking in drawings in paintings, printing Rotary Choices, concert tickets, posters, reading Suzuki pedagogy and I’m stuffed full. So now I can release myself into the great river of domesticity: […]
sandpaper language therapy
six am & bright outside, as we approach midsummer. It is beautiful, yes. There are birds, yes. I will garden this morning, yes. But not now, damnit. I am distracted by a nagging, irritating thorn that will burrow in deeper unless I pluck it out. Immediately. As of this past Thursday when my job was […]