10 Apr 2015, 6:42pm
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Life Schtuff

Photos are like dust particles for a word-snowstorm to gather around.

When too tired for words, there are photos.

When there are no photos…Houston, we have a problem.

I suppose that means clear skies for doing rather than talking head.

But body feels like a rusty nail.

But thesis-less.

Bah, such a headache. Day 2 of feeling steamrolled.

Good thing good events are good because the crash is substantial for an insubstantial thing.

Ever feel like a chump for going to a dentist?

Pah. Complaint is a cheetah on a plain, and entraining for gladness is getting a cat to do chin-ups.

A gratefulness journal for 8 weeks (3 things, most days) improves the ticker.

It’s probably not a stretch to say it aids the immune system, joints, skin condition and various viscera as well.

Let’s see, what causes gut-yes. I’m gonna need more than 3 per dose.

These once existed for order.

The laugh thru the wall of bingo of humorous email received.

The tumble and mumble of rain. The unseen snow disappears.

Thunder. I love thunder. Winter is long without it. Lightning flashes.

Being indoors with no need to go out and heat.

And found slippers.

So I forgot to return the library books. Another day.

So I took the money with me and walked right past the bank and didn’t deposit. Another day.

So 3 chapbooks were stolen out of the store rack despite the price tag on them. So they may be enjoyed out there.

This radish thong.

Being outside on the warmest day of the year yet, maybe. Hatless with a warm wind in the face. Despite winter coats, it’s like a walk on the beach.

Finally booked an eye exam so maybe in a couple weeks or so I’ll be able to see clearly again. That’d be nifty.

Saw frames that I actually liked. Huh. I’ve gone thru half a dozen websites and 3 stores with no, no, no. Except for one $700 frame in Toronto. Ach.

What else was a yes, Latin-English translator is nifty.

Earache subsided. Not better but not spiking worse.

Making up absurd translations for Italian sentences as hubby plays his learn-Italian videos.

The subtler pleasure of being able to transfer my Spanish knowledge to Italian. Did I get that right? Maybe I retained something.

Finding my brain that stammered so painfully slowly at reading French poetry zips along on a much more fluent pace at the simpler structures and vocabulary level of L’Actualit√© magazine.

Long hot shower.

Warm fruit tea.

A date day of slow time, conversation, totally non-instrumental speech, time for catching up and daydreaming aloud, curiosity about each other.

The smoothness of a returned chin. As much as I also liked his beard.

Seeing one pair of pants I kinda liked and taking just one pair of jeans to the dressing room and them fitting like they were tailored. And $6. Sweet. Not everybody’s a gamber but everyone loves a deal.

Emails from friends.

That I could be there for mom’s medical visit and could do something useful and concrete like push her chair thru the long halls, and feed her when we got back.

The look of new paint colour.

A favourite tomato sauce. I could chug that straight from the jar, it’s so good. But I won’t.

The small uncomplicated beauty of hanging out.

Alright, time to do some of that.

 
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