At risk of same old, same old, all I've got this morning, Monday-style, is a desire to climb in a car with my friend Christy Shake of Calvin's Story and if not fly over the desert to oblivion, then over the sea to Bora Bora and never come back. There's nothing wrong in particular same old, same old, and visions of Bora Bora never 'scape my mind. There's a song in there somewhere, but I think Bob Dylan already wrote it. But these visions ... they make it all seem so cruel.
I think I've included enough cultural references in three sentences; I have oodles of laundry to do and children in foster care to tend. Reader, what are you up to this Monday morning?
I was fighting the self-loathing that made me eat the left over cold pizza and check on Lindsay Lohan this morning. I saw your link, promised I'd go for a walk in the woods with my dog the minute I finished reading your post. Now I'm off and in the studio...working working working...to what end I'm not sure.
ReplyDeleteI'm sitting here feeling guilty for not taking the dog out in the pouring rain for the walk he so desperately wants. But, I'm also waiting for two friends to come by and help me try to make "Superfood Nut Butter Cups" which sounds weird but are essentially healthy peanut butter cups (with almond butter and dark chocolate and lucuma powder). I'll post photos later and let y'all know if it's something you ought to try...
ReplyDeleteI am trying to figure out how many people are coming to my Passover seder and am tearing my hair out because people can't decide if they're coming or not. DO NOT STRESS ME MORE THAN I ALREADY AM!!! Why is it so difficult to say yes or no?
ReplyDeleteAnd then I bought a bag of Butterfinger chocolate eggs and they are awful. Just awful. And I threw them away so I wouldn't eat them anyway.
Waiting for a horrible, very long email response from the ex after I alerted him to the fact that I will be going away for a weekend...the first in 12 years...and leaving the gal under the care of "others"...meaning three people who are trained and have known Sophie for at least three years. Ugh. Gonna go barf.
ReplyDeleteApplying for a job, applying for a scholarship to a weekend girl scout camp, going to the grocery store trying to make too little money stretch too long. But I had a little time to write and now I will go find time to meditate and apply to the universe for peace.
ReplyDeleteI'm in reentry mode. it is a bit of a twilight zone. life continues. glad to be here on this fine monday morning. if not bora bora, here is still a very fine place to visit.
ReplyDeleteHey girl. Some days...well, hell.
ReplyDeleteLoving you. That's what I'm doing today. And being more than slightly crazy. Same as always.
Mondays - it's a love/hate thing
ReplyDeleteit's afternoon now .... but, lots of laundry, chicken stock to put on, groceries to get, guinea pig cages to clean, and little bit of peaceful stitching in between it all - oh yeah - and a patch of sunshine to sit in - whoo whoo
enjoying my last morning with Dad being out of state! Beans going in the slow cooker, took mom to doctor appointment and treated myself to a trip to Starbucks while she was being 'treated.' It's been so gosh darn quiet and peaceful around here for many days...but our little chatterbox will be back this afternoon. Sigh....
ReplyDeleteI have the week off - Spring Break. I have mostly putzed around the house today - organizing papers and moaning softly.
ReplyDeleteWhy the moaning you ask?
Because I have yet ANOTHER cold and my nose is sore and if I stop moaning I might start swearing.