monday's weekend musings
le weekend:early to bed friday night.
early riser saturday morn...
11 o'clock cat nap
meeting up with the girls (and joelio) for (too salty) salmon burgers and a HUGIFIC book sale.
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boxes and boxes...
the "old books" section
my comical muse
get a spine
her finds
afterward we hot toddied and pretzeled. we then separated for a disco nap in preparation for kelly's art show closing event. how did i manage to NOT get a picture of all of us looking so tasty?! (i am taking this opportunity to brag about the ultimate compliment. when a gay man pulls you aside, kisses your cheek, and compliments you, girl...you lookin' good. that's all i'm sayin.) it was a stylish event, complete with fashion show, champagne, and interesting people-watching induced conversation with my ladies.
word of advise to anyone with a hankering for a sazerac or even just wanting to hear yourself think, avoid belltown on the weekends after 10pm. a gorgeous but dumb (i am sorry to say it, but it is tragically true, poor thing) waitress brought joel a sauza (in case you don't know, that is a tequila) on the rocks when he ordered a sazerac. sigh.
sunday has been as sunday should.
quiet.
sleepy.
projecty.
i spent some time with a tutee and picked up some swiss chard on the way home, as joelio had the itch for rabbit food. by the way, joel only ever itches for rabbit food. we spent the evening watching sunday evening documentaries. one on scrabble, the other on the marx brothers. i now sit here in bed, usurping his laptop as he sleeps, octavia usurping my legs as i type and think i will leave you to read some more Rilke, write a bit, play scrabble, and try to envision of week of soulful living wherein i write, study, analyze some poetry, perhaps paint, try a new recipe (any suggestions?), gab with my girl(s), kiss the saint a bit too long one morning, soak up a sewing lesson, and recapture the tranquility that seeps out the cracks of uselessness when i am not looking.
i sincerely hope your monday is never tainted with regret, never replete with overly-burdonsome sadness, full of longing for the "other" in your life, and rich in sweet treats.
tell me sweet soul, how will you "treat" thineself today?
crm
i sincerely hope your monday is never tainted with regret, never replete with overly-burdonsome sadness, full of longing for the "other" in your life, and rich in sweet treats.
tell me sweet soul, how will you "treat" thineself today?
crm
6 comments:
I adore your weekend... early rising, co-sleeping, a hand on resting softly pre-loved books, trees that shower blossoms to the ground, the smiley face of a vegetable happy husband, Sunday documentaries (on scrabble!), bedtime musings with Rilke and hopes for the week ahead... It is a joy to see you live.
I am in LOVE with that tree!!!!!!...and the woman beneath...of course.
hmm...i'm sensing a theme in your postings lately...you're pretty content huh? THIS IS SO GOOD!!!!! i love used books. and i LOVE swiss chard.
Oh my goodness, you are just too cute in that first photo!
As for treating myself... I plan on buying 2 things. Theraflu and a plane ticket. Obviously they have nothing whatsoever to do with each other, but I need both of them desparately!
Yesterday: Starting at the bottom and climbing to the top. Sharp granite crystals. Hanging on with skin friction alone. Delicious.
Today: Coffee. Hot shower. Do these commonplace events count as treats? Because they felt amazing this morning.
I
adore
your
spine.
you beneath that tree, holding its arc with the strong air swirling about you. can i come under there too?
i'm reading this a bit late, but last night i treated myself with pork fried rice and crab rangoon. oh, delicieux.
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