cheese Monday night
silly head Monday night
back porch
pasture view
10/16/2006
10/15/2006
"Pepita"-Instrumental fm. Feast of Wire
--Calexico
Feast of Wire is a great album. Check it out if you can (see previous post for web identification).
Some things you just don’t miss until they are gone. Fireplaces on cold Sunday afternoons, for instance. It’s freezing here--moody outside and I long for the smell of wood smoke and warm fire.
Other things I don’t miss at all: Messes made by others, beer bottles and hair in the shower, for instance.
What a sacrifice we must make for complete bliss, isn’t it? A friend of mine would call these concerns of luxury. And I do see Tony’s point, I do. But sometimes the beer bottles became much more than clutter.
I am ok today. Blame the weather, blame the change in seasons, blame the moon…still a part of me deep down groans and cries as the leaves blow and crunch around me. It is all too much for me.
Standing with both feel planted is marvelous. Problem is, I’ve never known this sensation. While brushing my teeth I thought of you. Thought, “if only he had met me now…”
Honestly, it would have made little difference.
Acquaintances sidle up to me and ask, “So are you dating anyone?”
You can see they are afraid to ask but dying to know.
“No,” is the standard, honest reply.
Guess I'm not ready for the rest stop yet.
Feast of Wire is a great album. Check it out if you can (see previous post for web identification).
Some things you just don’t miss until they are gone. Fireplaces on cold Sunday afternoons, for instance. It’s freezing here--moody outside and I long for the smell of wood smoke and warm fire.
Other things I don’t miss at all: Messes made by others, beer bottles and hair in the shower, for instance.
What a sacrifice we must make for complete bliss, isn’t it? A friend of mine would call these concerns of luxury. And I do see Tony’s point, I do. But sometimes the beer bottles became much more than clutter.
I am ok today. Blame the weather, blame the change in seasons, blame the moon…still a part of me deep down groans and cries as the leaves blow and crunch around me. It is all too much for me.
Standing with both feel planted is marvelous. Problem is, I’ve never known this sensation. While brushing my teeth I thought of you. Thought, “if only he had met me now…”
Honestly, it would have made little difference.
Acquaintances sidle up to me and ask, “So are you dating anyone?”
You can see they are afraid to ask but dying to know.
“No,” is the standard, honest reply.
Guess I'm not ready for the rest stop yet.
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