bird love

posed

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sometimes i think they’re posing just for me. i really do.

also surely just for me:

i’ve been staying up way too late. but what else can i do? i know sleep is supposed to restorative, but isn’t finding time to write and daydream restorative too?

i think our heater finally crapped out after being on the fritz for awhile. ’tis gonna be a cold night (although 40 degrees isn’t so bad …). nonetheless, so glad ed and the space heater are so warm.

no one is tired

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gulls out at the birdplace. funny, there are rarely gulls out there. but then again, just when i think i know something about that place, i get a big surprise. once there were cows out there. just grazing. and smelling like cows. another time a stray trio of eccentric chickens, probably abandoned, emerged from the grass.

here at home tonight, no one is tired. or at least willing to give into sleep. the four of us celebrated clyde’s 8th birthday at our favorite mexican place, probably the one place that pleases the four of us equally. they presented clyde with flan all lit up by a crackling sparkler and sang happy birthday in espanol. more celebrating with family and friends over the weekend.

still struggling a little with how and what to blog. i struggled for at least five minutes about whether or not to even tell you that.

a few sure things:

prepare to dream

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is there a point in your life when you stop having any kind of real thoughts and your mind just spins on to-do lists? cause it’s boring me to tears. i can even see all the check boxes next to the list, which goes on seemingly forever, and none of them are checked.

strangely, at the same time, i feel like i don’t really have that much to do. not really. nothing earth shattering. but my brain has been reprogrammed into a list churner that makes me feel like i have a million things to do. or keep done.

i think i want my old brain back. it was much better at thinking about less boring things. or at least things i didn’t have to check off (chik-chik) when i was done thinking about them. kids fed and kept alive (chik-chik), husband somewhere in the house (chik-chik), getting sleepy (chik-chik), prepared to dream (chik-chik) — ack! preparing to dream has got to be saddest part yet…

loving:

  • zipping him up and tucking him in this winter bed, my baby
  • reading him to sleep, my first baby, his new, already-t00-short jam pants halfway up his calves
  • a poem: “new year’s day” by kim addonizio
  • ohhh, jo handbags (via ss)