settling in is a dirty deception
i can't help loving a computer in the home.
despite it's usefulness...sweet, sweet usefulness,
it is a luxury still.
guilt vs. journaling in my underwear at any hour of the day or night
( i'm really liking some Dizzee Rascal )
where was i?
still on the hunt for the damned fire wire.
the battery is utterly dead on my car and i"ve been making some long walks to work.
i decided to make it an adventure today.
photographed a fuzzy white caterpillar and one of the many beautiful tar designs on the streets here. and some other stuff.
i've reached an impasse with my latest and largest sock monkeys. i think i'll continue on with stenciling but perhaps with a little sponge instead of spray.
but i could also stitch on some pine needles.
oh, settling in.
it seems an endless and halting progression of shelf putting up and and moving piles of boxes and shit from room to room.
i think i can say, with the exception of the shit on my back porch that has become yard sale fodder, i am almost clear of moving-in debris and clutter.
i've finally begun to develop a very clutter free aesthetic.
i volunteer at the local grocery co-op and make sandwiches. they call them "sammies."
i really really like the woman with whom i work. she reminds me a little of keturah, whom i miss terribly. but she's probably more like mark than anyone else. so it's really nice getting to know someone who's kind of like a lady version of mark. she's going to show me how to weld and let me play her drums.
she wants to move to paris. we make plans as though we were moving to paris together while we smoosh hummus on bread. we're going to start a dueling drums and xylophone band.
i'm teaching (or hosting rather) a sewing class at a local cummunity center down the street. we're going to move into full-on diy craft moed in a few months.
it's a wonderful thing because the people are pretty great and i get projects done that i've been meaning to do. i just can't get things done well if i don;t set aside some time for it. and now i have a very legit reason to do so. WOO! for really-real arts & crafts time!
i'm going to make cookies next week!
(and some where inside whispers, "note the gentle, almost imperceptible whisp of old lady settling down over katie")
and i have more silver hairs.
i've been reading the letters of anais nin and henry miller. enjoying it immensely.
i am feeling surges now and then of an emotional settling in.
and i feel estranged from my little brother. i forgot his birthday, called hime the next day and never got an answer. but it's deeper than that still because i am nervous about what i'm going to hear from him about where he is and what he's doing. i wish he'd stop being thick headed and realize that you must be aware of yourself to understand the stupid things depression makes you do. i love you bryman.
i got you a present keturah!!!
hart,
k*
despite it's usefulness...sweet, sweet usefulness,
it is a luxury still.
guilt vs. journaling in my underwear at any hour of the day or night
( i'm really liking some Dizzee Rascal )
where was i?
still on the hunt for the damned fire wire.
the battery is utterly dead on my car and i"ve been making some long walks to work.
i decided to make it an adventure today.
photographed a fuzzy white caterpillar and one of the many beautiful tar designs on the streets here. and some other stuff.
i've reached an impasse with my latest and largest sock monkeys. i think i'll continue on with stenciling but perhaps with a little sponge instead of spray.
but i could also stitch on some pine needles.
oh, settling in.
it seems an endless and halting progression of shelf putting up and and moving piles of boxes and shit from room to room.
i think i can say, with the exception of the shit on my back porch that has become yard sale fodder, i am almost clear of moving-in debris and clutter.
i've finally begun to develop a very clutter free aesthetic.
i volunteer at the local grocery co-op and make sandwiches. they call them "sammies."
i really really like the woman with whom i work. she reminds me a little of keturah, whom i miss terribly. but she's probably more like mark than anyone else. so it's really nice getting to know someone who's kind of like a lady version of mark. she's going to show me how to weld and let me play her drums.
she wants to move to paris. we make plans as though we were moving to paris together while we smoosh hummus on bread. we're going to start a dueling drums and xylophone band.
i'm teaching (or hosting rather) a sewing class at a local cummunity center down the street. we're going to move into full-on diy craft moed in a few months.
it's a wonderful thing because the people are pretty great and i get projects done that i've been meaning to do. i just can't get things done well if i don;t set aside some time for it. and now i have a very legit reason to do so. WOO! for really-real arts & crafts time!
i'm going to make cookies next week!
(and some where inside whispers, "note the gentle, almost imperceptible whisp of old lady settling down over katie")
and i have more silver hairs.
i've been reading the letters of anais nin and henry miller. enjoying it immensely.
i am feeling surges now and then of an emotional settling in.
and i feel estranged from my little brother. i forgot his birthday, called hime the next day and never got an answer. but it's deeper than that still because i am nervous about what i'm going to hear from him about where he is and what he's doing. i wish he'd stop being thick headed and realize that you must be aware of yourself to understand the stupid things depression makes you do. i love you bryman.
i got you a present keturah!!!
hart,
k*