inventory

Feb 21, 2021 21:07

Some things I miss:
  • dancing, including waltzing and being dipped

  • locking in tight harmonies with other singers

  • trying new-to-me bars and eavesdropping on / chatting with whomever at them

  • spur-of-the-moment visits to Cheekwood

  • hell, unplanned all-the-things

  • printing proofs without having to assess whether putting my personal printer through it is worth the expense/time/wear-and-tear

  • swimming

  • striding around downtown in tailored dresses and heels

  • Asheville, Philadelphia, and the Triangle

  • buying just enough meat and produce for a few days

  • ocean kayaking being a near prospect

  • same with the show I was cast in more than a year ago


  • Some things I have been enjoying:
  • working through the winter in pj bottoms and sheep slippers instead of tights and boots

  • making cards to send to voters and others

  • nattering with the BYM about horse categorization, Trixie Belden, and other nonsense

  • getting a better handle on passé composé (and becoming legendary in the process, ha!)

  • trying new-to-me recipes, including Fannie Farmer's Swedish bread





  • needing less than one tank of gas per month

  • the Vagabond Tabby's Mother of Crows soap

  • the Christmas cacti and cyclamen, which are still producing blooms

  • shiny Innovation stamps


  • Some recent poems, at the 30/30 project:

  • "Tilting at Mushrooms," about Lowell labor organizer (and later Philadelphian) Sarah Bagley

  • "Clear," about languages I don't even remotely have a grip on

  • "Bounce," in memory of a choreographer and a theatre techie

  • "Tug," because I'm in Asheville and/or Princeton/Philadelphia most Februaries

  • "Twenty Seconds," prompted by a German pig-farming regulation

  • "Lightening Up," because Shrove Tuesday was nigh

  • "The Ides of February," because it was more interesting reading about Romans than trying to come up with something related to historical or festive events tied to the 15th

  • "As Cowards Remain, So Dumb and Grayer Gray," because I wanted to write something metrical, and Emily Dickinson's valentines are demented
  • This entry was originally posted at https://zirconium.dreamwidth.org/172413.html.

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