Long-sleeved shirt day. Neil Young, Feist, and crepes. Steaming hardwood floors. Organizing drawers. Eating the last of the chocolate chip cookies before 10a.m. Watering thirsty hydrangeas. Husband gone for 4 days. Baby wouldn't let go. Wanting new art. Can't have enough eye-candy art. Good conversation with friend. Sad conversation with young friend. Laundry neatly put away. School supplies waiting for their new-school home tomorrow. Papers wanting to be written on, lockers wanting to be filled. 5:30 a.m. alarms waiting to awaken sleepy girls. Comfy gray sweats and slippered feet stubbornly refusing shoes. Dog awaiting a scratch. Missing loved ones. Gardeners filing out of white vans. Pine needles falling. Arms wanting to hug someone.
Monday, August 30, 2010
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3 comments:
my internet hugs to erin:
Oo o oo O oO.
and THAT is why I love Brooke Foster folks.
That felt like a really long haiku. Pretty cool. I love u.
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