repository for the occasional perambulatory rumination

i’m quite the independent person, a girl who Likes To Do Things Herself.
usually.
but this morning i’m pondering My Purpose In Life, and i declare: i wish somebody would just tell me. send me an email. give me a call. draw me a picture. i want to open up the mailbox to an envelope with the [...]

cooking is a creative act (among other things), and while she may not paint or sculpt or draw, my mother - like her mother before her - EXCELS at cooking. (those who know her and read this blog are nodding their heads in agreement and saying aloud, “un huh. yes. that’s the truth.”)
i did not [...]

tonight at 7:30, i will have been married 35 years - to the SAME fantastical man - and that gives me such fodder for today: commitment; the role of space in togetherness; a place for everything; “like” v “love” - and is it really “v”; what is love anyway; growing together, growing separately, the infrastructure [...]

we’d notice with amazement the birdfeeder on the ground, chortling about how huge the squirrel must’ve been to straighten out the iron hanger. then, while i sweep up and pick up, mr. thrillenity notices the strange markings on the tree asking slowly: could it be that a bear steadied against the tree with one paw [...]

on a recent pocketbook-shopping expedition, i pondered this one, liking it for its color, its flexible sides, its roomy interior, its silver grommets, its various pockets and compartments. i liked the way it is always open and ready to take in more.

then i spotted this one, liking it for its color, its compact size, [...]

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