Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Sunday, January 23, 2011
a poetic tale about dander.
it's gross. really, really gross. and it's making me sick.
i'm allergic to pet hair. and dust.
but still i press on - hiding my white flag in a secret place i hope to forget.
and i clean. and scrub. and wash my hands. then clean some more.
and then wash. my hands. again.
rinsing the dander down the drain.
because the other option is get rid of the pets.
which is neither a reality nor a possibility.
because i love them (both) too much.
so i'll rage on in the battle of sinuses versus dander and hair and dust.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
Wednesday, January 19, 2011
i guess we're pretty close.
speaking of dreams, have i ever told you that when i went to school for magazine journalism, my dream was to end up at the New Yorker or Esquire?
funny, i've never even been to New York.
Monday, January 17, 2011
Friday, January 14, 2011
making the most of it.
i loved every second of it. it was hard. exhilarating. perfect. quiet.
last year, i ran in the snow a lot. but after a year, your body forgets.
how much it works muscles you're not used to using.
the thrill of the crunch, crunch, crunch.
the shocked looks you receive from drivers, bundled up inside their heated cars.
the sure-footed strides.
the ones that aren't.
the way it feels to, finally, conquer winter.
Monday, January 10, 2011
the exposed roots.
the death in every
patio furniture - naked without summer's cushions.
no pinks or yellows.
or even patterns.
just rusty wrought iron
and dry, crackling wood.
the promise of spring suffocating beneath
the death grip of
Friday, January 07, 2011
and as i settle in to having an office with a door that i can shut. to being able to play music without needing headphones. to the new street and the new view and the new co-workers, i am struck, again, but how much of my life has centered around the same several-block radius.
Monday, January 03, 2011
it's been a great vacation. i've slept until 9 or 9:30 every day. i ran close to 40 miles. i ate good food. spent time with good people. and fell in love all over again with B.
here's to what 2011 will bring. mostly goodness, i hope.