Thinking about the future

As sure as crickets in a summer's night,

As sure as girls leaning in for a picture.
As sure as a dusty farmer's truck.

As sure as sorrow in the world
As sure as lines on a grandpa's face As sure as third graders joy at terms end


As sure as greasy dishes evaporating all bubbles
As sure as dirty laundry piles grow
As sure as the continual need for shopping outlets and new suburbs

with two maples evenly spaced, crisp windowpane and a garage door that closes every night.

I don't want my garage door to close every night.

me n sis

My sister just got home from visiting her boy toy and I'm going to enjoy watching a gilmore girl with her... yes the nerd girly show. It has been a favorite. We have been passing ships in the darkest night recently. I think I need to be more intentional about relationships, especially people that will always be there. Like family. But the odd part is, I tend to make more effort on the people far away and not close ones. Also, anyone who reads these words: you should blog! All my link-age has been stagnate. :) :)

keep a stride

The view from where I'm sitting is quite normal and familiar, just my bedroom. I finished a glass of wine- with the goodwill sticker still on the end of it. The window's closed because it is still too cool out. Four books stacked. I miss my books being up here- they've been stuck in storage because there's no room their mass. My 'bean snake' has lost its microwave heat, but I don't feel like getting up to re-warm it. It is soon to be 1 AM and I haven't written a thing.

I've been thinking about writing a lot more lately. I've stopped journaling somewhere along the way, and feel kinda guilty for it. It used to be an outlet and fun. Now writing a sentence is like pulling teeth. I'm starting to envy clacking keyboards, because those keyboard owners know what they want to say and have the words tripping off their fingers. And I have clacking keyboard envy.
Mine goes something like this: click clack cl---ick [pause] clacka clack clic--k. [pause] [PAUSE]

I do want to be a writer. Or a Writer. Seriously or not, I've always loved the world of books and would love to add my 347 pages to the endless shelf.

misty delight-ish

I don't know how many times this quote has been repeated, but i like it a lot :

I went into the woods because I wanted to live deliberately. I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life...to put to rout all that was not life; and not, when I came to die, discover that I had not lived.
~Henry David Thoreau

'.. to live deep...' yea. That sounds good. Wrote this about a year ago:

the same

swingin' in a hammock
sun going down
summer sound of crickets
envelop me.
hole in my jeans
i ate a cupcake
chocolate.
pattern of slender branches
against a silver lining

how're you doing, world?

I'm past the stress and ache of the day
faced a fear or two
now it's just me- and sound
and i'm fine

how are you world?

what's everyone up to? because we're really all the same.
Insecure, lonely
without the time (we think)
to watch the lightening bugs
come out of hiding.
whose us in that plane?
wonder where their going?
I'm content here- in my swing
with you.

how are you doing world?

just remember
past everyone's differences
we're all the same.

I can't seem to get over several rude comments made tonight at work. They weren't said to me, but from one coworker to another. I feel like I've developed a thicker skin from some of the things that go on, but I very much wanted to hate this person. I didn't say anything in the other persons defense... maybe I should have.

yuck

sad

so, i'm typing this chicken peck style because i'm holding one depressed little puppy with my other arm. neo has gotten increasingly sadder because i think he believes all his boys have left him. my friend megan, who has hung out with me while everyone's been gone couldn't find him for 10 minutes when i was at work. she said she found him under the desk in a corner. and i can't tell him they will be back. i'm not very involved in his dog world, so it's of no comfort that i'm here :) now that i really think about it, it's an interesting thought about how animals are mute. i wonder if they could talk, or communicate somehow, before the curse. now my arm is falling asleep.