Tuesday, February 19, 2008

shredded paper towels, etc.

this apartment wouldn't be so hard to keep clean if the cats didn't live here. i sorta left a roll of paper towels in the dining room (on a shelf, mind you), and every time i come back home the pieces are smaller and smaller. probably there will just be a bunch of paper towel dust in there pretty soon. i guess i could sweep it up...and probably will....

today has been odd so far. it's my day off, so i woke up around 10am and eventually made my way to provence for lunch. (i ran into stacia there -- mark freeman's wife -- and she recognized me! i was surprised considering the fact that purple aprons and hats make everyone look pretty much the same.) after provence i went somewhere else to get something else (it's not what you're thinking, i promise). then i ended up at cafe coco where i successfully worked a sudoku.

but i've felt out-of-synch with the universe today. i don't know why. and i can't even explain it other than to say that my alignment was off. something wasn't right. (i'm home now, and other than having a headache, everything's back to normal.) i want to take a nap but am afraid that when i wake up, it will be worse. sometimes naps are wonderful; other times, they're just disorienting.

so i think i'm going to take a bath. baths are so DELIGHTFUL!! i love them.

but before that, i'm going to find individual vases for each of the dozen roses i bought at the fresh market earlier today. some of them might have to go in beer bottles because i don't know what happened to all my perrier bottles. probably in blanche.

(flowers and sunny days and baths. ahhhh.) (and i'm listening to john rutter. ahhhh!)

1 comment:

Katie said...

I wish I was with you!... Well, maybe not in the bath...

What's in My Journal (by William Stafford)

Odd things, like a button drawer. Mean
things, fishhooks, barbs in your hand.
But marbles too. A genius for being agreeable.
Junkyard crucifixes, voluptuous
discards. Space for knickknacks, and for
Alaska. Evidence to hang me, or to beautify.
Clues that lead nowhere, that never connected
anyway. Deliberate obfuscation, the kind
that takes genius. Chasms in character.
Loud omissions. Mornings that yawn above
a new grave. Pages you know exist
but you can't f ind them. Somebody's terribly
inevitable life story, maybe mine.