Wednesday, October 14, 2009
Thursday, August 6, 2009
anachronistic
like the white twinkling Christmas tree on view last night in a tucked-in looking house on Harvard Rd. as you drove by with the windows down, hand playing in summer air.
like standing in the superfine mud on the bottom of the lake wearing skis in October.
like leaving just when you've really fallen in love.
quote-able
Worrying is using your imagination to create something you don't want.
--Esther Abraham Hicks
momma
just how am I leaving this wonderful woman? i'm at home for two weeks before moving, bo & mom are downstairs garage sale prepping as we speak, and i'm nothing less than perfectly comfortable and content.
le sigh. the calm before the storm of moving, I suppose.
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
$3 target shirt
Bought this yesterday for $3.24, then hacked at with scissors while m.a.m. got his new room in his new place set up. It's such a lovely little room I need to post a picture of it.
Adventures in (possibly trashy) crop-topping.
Thursday, May 14, 2009
the new place
Here she is, in all her glory: my own personal balcony.
More to come, but isn't all the greenery sort of promising?
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
back in the game
In truth, I never left. I just started Tumbling instead. Something about the ease of that medium fed my sloth. Alas, as I am headed to Texas this fall to pretend to be capable of writing creatively, perhaps I should actually put forth a bit more effort into blogging.
Not that blogging and fiction are at all synonymous, except in the way that we all make ourselves out to be better and brighter (creating, shall we say, fiction) when we blog. Certain blogs make me cringe, others make me clap regularly. I too often fear I have nothing legitimate or that hasn't otherwise been said to add to the online cacophony.
And yet. I am here.
So the news is official, and my employer knows, and I've even found a roommate. I am going to Texas State in San Marcos this fall to get an MFA in fiction. I am moving away from home for the first time in my soon-to-be 24 years. The program is three years long. I'll be an instructional assistant (read: paper grader). I'll be living with a stranger for the first time. I am leaving Lawrence for an Austin suburb, selling my coats and--God, it's time to, yes, I have to--thinning the boot collection.
Perhaps I'll start writing about this transition. New place, new me, (re)newed blogging?
Not that blogging and fiction are at all synonymous, except in the way that we all make ourselves out to be better and brighter (creating, shall we say, fiction) when we blog. Certain blogs make me cringe, others make me clap regularly. I too often fear I have nothing legitimate or that hasn't otherwise been said to add to the online cacophony.
And yet. I am here.
So the news is official, and my employer knows, and I've even found a roommate. I am going to Texas State in San Marcos this fall to get an MFA in fiction. I am moving away from home for the first time in my soon-to-be 24 years. The program is three years long. I'll be an instructional assistant (read: paper grader). I'll be living with a stranger for the first time. I am leaving Lawrence for an Austin suburb, selling my coats and--God, it's time to, yes, I have to--thinning the boot collection.
Perhaps I'll start writing about this transition. New place, new me, (re)newed blogging?
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