(And first full day, I suppose you could say!) When I got Dune and placed him in the car, I definitely thought I was going to crash. I expected him to be frantic, but when you're blessed with a dog who NEVER tries to get in the front seat (thank you, Obsidian) you become used … Continue reading Dune: Day 2
Living lives a solar system away yet sharing the same bathroom is drowning an artist in boiling paint. Prioritizing pot hole filling with cornstarch and water is orange juice in a fuel tank. And regretting every part of this only to see your gorgeous face is a reminder that you are not fungible. But … Continue reading Trials
I finally didn't have to sleep at a client's house. Waking up in my own home and being able to just go felt amazing. I woke up at 7:15am after getting a terrible night of sleep, but I'm doing okay. Waiting to crash. I was thawing the dog's food last night, and my cat stole a … Continue reading The Ideal Morning
We remain still and stagnant. Warm white floors, a sea of hues, and daily activity keep us curious but not excited. Clear and cramped; we sleep. Forever passes and we, the Still and Stagnant, are bumped. We shift and swing forward over milky white floors and land in a steel trap. Screeching metal to … Continue reading Soda Bubbles
Lungs freeze with sudden humidity and volcanic air rises into my mouth— Push the stale air out to pull stale air in. Frantic beeping and fiery dust into blood shot eyes. Emergency waterfalls release to keep fragie temple alive. Whirring motors cause glass shields to submit allowing stale air to rise up into the Heavens. If … Continue reading Entering a Hot Car in August
I made this announcement on Facebook, but I figured I'd write about it here, too. In the beginning of August, our (my?) dream starter property opened back up! This January, Derek and I originally eyed this place and its many perks. A big, fenced in yard, reasonable rent, animal friendly, in the middle of town, … Continue reading We Moved!
Derek and I packed up and drove to NYC for Manhattanhenge yesterday. I went through my usual bought of pre-travel anxiety: keeping myself overly busy, getting angry at the thought of leaving, panicking, getting very sad, etc. I am not a good traveler. I don't mind the trip itself; I hate what I'm leaving behind: my … Continue reading Manhattanhenge