Sometimes the heart wants what the heart wants.
And tonight the heart wants picante chicken ramen.
Oh, wait. That would be what the stomach wants.
I’m OK with that.
Pinball wizards
I’ve figured this out. My cats are the pinballs in the pinball machine that is my house. Imagine a 15 pound furry pinball careening around, claws out, randomly knocking things over, and you get the idea.
Say a Holy Yes
A writer must say yes to life, to all of life: the water glasses, the Kemp’s half-and-half, the ketchup on the counter. It is not a writer’s task to say, ‘It is dumb to live in a small town or to eat in a café when you can eat macrobiotic at home.’ Our task is to say a holy yes to the real things of our life as they exist – the real truth of who we are.
~ Natalie Goldberg
Celebrations of spring
I celebrate the first crocus, the first robin of spring. Someone else can celebrate the first blackfly.
Life lessons
Never try to drink a Muse under the table.
It’s like a stroll on the beach
Going outside right now is like a sunlit stroll on a warm, sandy beach.
Except it’s dark, and cloudy enough to obscure the waxing gibbous moon, and it’s 31 degrees out, and that’s granular snow, not sand, under my feet, which are wearing boots, not sandals or barefoot.
Other than that, exactly the same.
Schröedinger’s library
I took out books from Schrödinger’s library, and now if I know where they are, I don’t know when they are due.
Schrödinger’s Dinner Reservation
I was going to have dinner with my friend Schroedinger tonight until I realized that I could know where I was to meet him or when, but not both.
Where do I file?
I can’t get the rest of 2012 done in the next 40 minutes. Can I file for an extension?
… from what we lose…
“If we couldn’t get strong from what we lose, and what we miss, and what we want and can’t have, then we couldn’t ever get strong enough.”
― John Irving, The Hotel New Hampshire