vignettes
-every Sunday when I work during brunch, I invariably get waffle batter on my shoes and on my pants. Always a single drop on each surface, always looking like bird shit and reminding me that one pair of too-loose jeans is probably not enough.
-today the light outside is clear and warm and the snow blows down in quick tornadoes and stops again.
-I got a letter from Oma and a package from Dawn in the mail today - a note, a bar of chocolate and a mix CD. Filled with smiles and memories of the only other person whose packages to me contained such things.
-the bruises on my shoulders are the marks of a ghost struggling to escape into the past. There's still a lot there, but piece by piece it's starting to get free.
-room's a mess. house is a mess. just drink tea and translate and transcribe and don't care. keep writing, keep working, keep talking, choose the battles.
-what's going to change on Friday afternoon? How about on Thursday March 15th, or during Spring break? I've lost the audacity to believe that I can predict.
-today the light outside is clear and warm and the snow blows down in quick tornadoes and stops again.
-I got a letter from Oma and a package from Dawn in the mail today - a note, a bar of chocolate and a mix CD. Filled with smiles and memories of the only other person whose packages to me contained such things.
-the bruises on my shoulders are the marks of a ghost struggling to escape into the past. There's still a lot there, but piece by piece it's starting to get free.
-room's a mess. house is a mess. just drink tea and translate and transcribe and don't care. keep writing, keep working, keep talking, choose the battles.
-what's going to change on Friday afternoon? How about on Thursday March 15th, or during Spring break? I've lost the audacity to believe that I can predict.
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