I (Heart) Mondays

...because I began the day with Vivaldi's Concerto in C Major for Violin, a bubble bath, loving thoughts of friends and family, none of whom I have to cook for or to clean up after.

I (heart) Mondays because it is washday

I will hang freshly-washed flowered sheets on the clothesline and my back yard will be a fiesta as the wind dances them dry

I (heart) Mondays: double entendre du jour

To have a sense of direction means

• You know where you are going
• You know how to get there

I (Heart) Mondays

Every morning in Tuscarora I walk down the gentle grade to the crossroads, stop, stretch, and vow to run up the hill.  I never do.  This morning as I trudged the uphill mile I asked myself why I have never considered running down the hill.  Tomorrow I will see what happens when I go with gravity instead of against it.

I (Heart) Mondays

At least you woke up!

Summer solstice

Summer
Solstice
Sleep
outSide

The state of Yearning

 This state is populated with keeling bodies leaning against walls, keening over parapets.  In this state, no one is happy, but everyone will be happy soon.  The potential for happiness is the highest in the country, but so is the suicide rate.  When they quit yearning, they ablate.

Mum's the Word

Do you save scraps of conversation?  I do.  Found this in my notebook, from a conversation in England with an Englishwoman:

She:  The women were looking rather mumsey.

Me:  What does that mean?

She:  Old fashioned.

Me:  Oh, you mean like their Mums?

She:  Yes.  Exactly.

When Did You Get Old?

My ninety-six year old mother often says, "When you are as old as I am..." and it's always the preface to a pronouncement of one kind or another.

The other day I asked her, "So, when did you get old?  I mean, can you remember what age you said to yourself, 'I'm old'?"

She thought about it and said, "Ninety-three."

I (heart) Mondays

I spent most of Monday waiting for the sun to burn through the fog.  I spent most of the day waiting...

Rats Country: There is no light at the end of the tunnel, but...

she is standing in the dark hallway, sees a light under the door.  Is this a room she wants to enter?

Rats Country: I don't (heart) all Mondays.

Blank thoughts.

Rats Country: I (Heart) Mondays

Happy Chinese New Year! I'm wearing red for good luck and making my bed with clean sheets.

Rats Country: Thinking about Superstitions

When my mother sees a white horse, she spits on the palm of her left hand, makes a fist with her right, and smacks the spittled spot, sealing the wish.  She says, "You can't tell your wish to anyone.  If you do, it won't come true."

She doesn't see white horses  often, but, like the rest of us, she seems to have  secret wishes ready and waiting.  She is nearly ninety-seven.  My guess is that she  has two wishes left:  to die in her sleep and soon.

Rats Country: I (heart) Mondays

It's 1/2/12.  One, two, one two, which sounds like, "Get ready, get set..."GO into 2012 with high hopes and exuberance!

Rats Country: Tipping Point at the Breakfast Table

She says:  "Blah, blah, blah."

He says:  "I can't hear you.  I'm chewing."

Rats Country: I (heart) Mondays, cont.

I didn't begin the day by weighing myself.  I did brush my teeth.

Rats Country: I (heart) Mondays, cont.

Be grateful for what you didn't do on the weekend:  drink too much; alienate a friend or family member; spend Sunday watching pro football on tv in Milt's doublewide.

Rats Country: No One Listens

Here's another thing I like about writing in a journal.  You can pour yourself a fresh cup of coffee,  sit down at your desk, and say to yourself, "Now tell me what you really think."

Rats Country: The Mad Housewife

Yesterday I cleaned behind the couch and under the bed, places where no one looks.  How do you tell a virtue from a neurosis?