13 Little Pleasures
13 pleasures in no particular order:
- Seeing chickadees at our feeder. Is this a sign of that start of life balance?
- Homemade baguette with a dipping sauce of walnut oil/balsamic vinegar and fig. Oh my, it’s rare food that is not chocolate that can give scalp tingles. (Below is some of it with Tuscan olive oil and avocado.) oil
- “I have willingly accepted constraints” said Charles Eames in a design interview. Restraint and constraint is limit of 2 books coming in the mail! 2!
- Sitting on the sofa taking turns reading to each other from Ray Robertson’s Why Not? p. 65, “Genuine art speaks to one one but you.”
- Using that new device: the currently-reading or intending-to-read-next shelf. No searching on spec thru all. I’ve already decided what my picks will be.
- Anticipating the Haiku Canada Weekend, an easy reach this year: Toronto reunion 2012 is Friday May 18th to Monday May 21st.
- When I leave home and return, I never get disoriented. I can step off a bus, lost in thoughts and autopilot home, and could from the moment we moved here. There must be something about lights, ambient echoed sound and visual clutter messing up my radar when downtown.
- Receiving the food box order. Ooh, beets. I enjoy working with constraints more than more levels of decisions.
- A curious dream where I was editing a page of poetry on a white screen typed in fuchsia. (I can still see the shape of lines but the text is all blurred out since waking.) I declared one line awkward, in need of rearranging, and the words became members of sea life in a water table (like a white, elevated sandbox structure). I stared and said aloud to myself. The jellyfish is in the wrong order. My uncle came up from behind me and said, I can fix that. He flipped a switch and the table became an infinity pool where the water went upside down beneath the table and back and the sentence started moving towards the edge with the current. He got a spatula and scooped the jellyfish and put it second from the end. He looked at me inquiringly if that was right and I nodded and he nodded and walked away.
- Bucket residence, Lady of the House speaking…
- Bizarreness lengths of passwords recognized or foetal biology.
- Rats giggle when they play together and when tickled.
- Tea and catching up with one friend, and evening of supper and conversation with friends. What a blessed week.
Quote: “If you ask yourself, ‘What’s the best thing that happened today?’ it actually forces a certain kind of cheerful retrospection that pulls up from the recent past things to write about that you wouldn’t otherwise think about. If you ask yourself ‘What happened today?’ it’s very likely that you’re going to remember the worst thing.” ~ Nicholson Baker [source via Letterology]
Giggling rats is like an oxymoron. Food and poetry sound good.



Number one… Watching birds at a feeder can be so relaxing, can’t it? I would love to have a feeder outside my apartment, but am afraid someone might steal or damage it.