26.4.10
You are infinite.
Also, if you get bored, who knows what's lurking just outside your door, waiting to be photographed!
19.4.10
Something
or nothing. You decide.
I'm drinking a New Belgium Trippel out of a (stolen--not by me, but by my friend) Nimbus Bistro glass. I just finished watching video of a Vermilion Flycatcher catching a bug.
Earlier today I brought the trash and recycling bins in, got the mail, washed dishes--y'know, mundane stuff. I sneezed and rubbed my eyes and blew my nose one million times. My allergies have been horrific this spring despite the fact that I've taken every "natural" remedy in the universe; I probably shouldn't be drinking beer. I stood looking out the front door and watched a baby banded lizard do push-ups on the porch. I stood on the side patio and watched a hummingbird drink from the aloe flowers. I went inside and tried to identify the species, but too many of the lady-birds look alike to me. I pre-heated the oven to 400 degrees and put three beets in shallow water in a baking dish. I had to cook beets because our ex-neighbor brought us a huge pile of the things yesterday. (I guess I better figure out what to do with the greens.) I went to the store and picked up the rest of the ingredients I needed to make the beet salad recipe I picked out for dinner. I picked up my husband from work.
When we got home I collapsed on the couch, suddenly exhausted. One of my best friends, whom I've known for twenty years, called while I was lying there. But I didn't answer it because I felt too tired to talk. I listened to her message, though, and she said she really needed to talk to me. So I called her back and she told me that her father has stage four esophageal cancer.
Nate and I finished making dinner and sat at the table (which we rarely do) to eat together. It was delicious.
I need to start praying again.
I'm drinking a New Belgium Trippel out of a (stolen--not by me, but by my friend) Nimbus Bistro glass. I just finished watching video of a Vermilion Flycatcher catching a bug.
Earlier today I brought the trash and recycling bins in, got the mail, washed dishes--y'know, mundane stuff. I sneezed and rubbed my eyes and blew my nose one million times. My allergies have been horrific this spring despite the fact that I've taken every "natural" remedy in the universe; I probably shouldn't be drinking beer. I stood looking out the front door and watched a baby banded lizard do push-ups on the porch. I stood on the side patio and watched a hummingbird drink from the aloe flowers. I went inside and tried to identify the species, but too many of the lady-birds look alike to me. I pre-heated the oven to 400 degrees and put three beets in shallow water in a baking dish. I had to cook beets because our ex-neighbor brought us a huge pile of the things yesterday. (I guess I better figure out what to do with the greens.) I went to the store and picked up the rest of the ingredients I needed to make the beet salad recipe I picked out for dinner. I picked up my husband from work.
When we got home I collapsed on the couch, suddenly exhausted. One of my best friends, whom I've known for twenty years, called while I was lying there. But I didn't answer it because I felt too tired to talk. I listened to her message, though, and she said she really needed to talk to me. So I called her back and she told me that her father has stage four esophageal cancer.
Nate and I finished making dinner and sat at the table (which we rarely do) to eat together. It was delicious.
I need to start praying again.
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