Crack IS wack.
I wanna cry with somebody. Wanna feel the grief with somebody.
I wanna cry with somebody. Wanna feel the grief with somebody.
According to the current last post of Je Blogue, marriage = the end. (That’s according to my 10th graders, too, who made me a card on which I was depicted running through a giant engagement ring labeled “Finish Line,” after I became affianced last year.) But really, that could not be less so!
Another thing that generally makes life feel far from over is a new pair of running sneakers! (So really kids, you were twice wrong!) I purchased this hideous pair today after learning that I pronate slightly (ME? PRONATE?) on my left side, and after being told that they are the “Lexus of running sneakers.” Now that they are in my home, I feel incredulous.
Sunday afternoon art project: dying what will become packets of beet seeds with concentrated beet juice.
It’s just the sort of thing I’m up to these days.
Though my first thought was, “Oh, I am having that stroke that I’ve been waiting for.”
Cherry’s “Theory of Tides” is on Dossier. They’re titled after the tide patterns over seven days in Rhode Island, near where she grew up. Go there to read them all!
Yes, read all! And maybe, if you know Cherry, get her to read them to you over the phone or in real life. She reads rul good.