perhaps undeserved contentment
This post is 95% free of economics or politics! (Was going to be 100%, but I can't resist complaining about NY's fractured voter registration.)
Pumpkin bread's in the oven. It is immensely satisfying to want to make something from scratch and have all the ingredients on hand, except for the vanilla bottle that didn't survive the move. All the more satisfying, scraping the batter carefully from the bowl and the mixing paddle, smoothing it to rise cleanly, and thinking to myself Take pleasure seriously. And now the house smells of pecans, pumpkin, and ginger.
On the way home from hand-delivering to the election control office my third attempt at voter registration (seriously, wtf) I passed a tiny shop that promised to be a sumi-e school. Could not help peering in the window and seeing flyers stuffed into the mailbox. Picked one up, and noticed the almost worshipful letter of praise taped in the window, dated 1985, typewritten, signed Isamu Noguchi.
Fangirl squee is probably better aimed at Ingo Maurer than Noguchi, least of all on the subject of active meditation, but: *SQUEE*
I should make real dinner and work on sculpture stuff for the first time in a bit. Eyeing my ink bottle warily. (It eyes me back.)
Pumpkin bread's in the oven. It is immensely satisfying to want to make something from scratch and have all the ingredients on hand, except for the vanilla bottle that didn't survive the move. All the more satisfying, scraping the batter carefully from the bowl and the mixing paddle, smoothing it to rise cleanly, and thinking to myself Take pleasure seriously. And now the house smells of pecans, pumpkin, and ginger.
On the way home from hand-delivering to the election control office my third attempt at voter registration (seriously, wtf) I passed a tiny shop that promised to be a sumi-e school. Could not help peering in the window and seeing flyers stuffed into the mailbox. Picked one up, and noticed the almost worshipful letter of praise taped in the window, dated 1985, typewritten, signed Isamu Noguchi.
Fangirl squee is probably better aimed at Ingo Maurer than Noguchi, least of all on the subject of active meditation, but: *SQUEE*
I should make real dinner and work on sculpture stuff for the first time in a bit. Eyeing my ink bottle warily. (It eyes me back.)