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The day after tomorrow I am heading back West. I get to visit with family and friends, attend a cool textile conference, celebrate my sister's birthday, and close on our HOUSE! I'm sure people are sick of hearing about it...then again, I'm not sure how many people actually read this. Ah well. I can't wait to get my hands on paint samples and start going nuts on the house...joy.
Last Saturday I volunteered, for some odd reason, to go up to Beacon, New York, and work at the Dia's new art space up there. It is huge and very busy. It wasn't very hard work, but I had to get up early in order to make it there in time (it's an 80 min. train ride from Grand Central) and by the end of the day I really wanted to just quit seeing people. The train ride was...fantastic. Hanging around all day was the kind of mist that refuses to burn off. The telephone wires dipped like curvy sheet music alongside the water. I saw places that would have been my secret spots when I was a kid. It made me wonder why people live in the city when this is so close by...New York does have it's good points and it's own brand of beauty, but...man, that train ride was great.
Saturday, May 31
Saturday, May 17
...my precious saturday...
The coffee pot exhaled like a sighing dragon, moist and whistful. My knife paused at the outer flesh of the strawberry, then with a little bit of effort, cut it's way through stopping at my thumb. A cat's hungry meow wanting approval to begin eating. Sweat shirt sleeves pushed up to my elbows revealing wrists that have gotten a little more slender lately; the natural shedding of winter pounds. Cold water poured into a freshly cleaned mason jar. Brown sugar and half-and-half mingling in the base of a big, ceramic mug before the introduction of strong coffee. Hair pulled into a sensible ponytail, my part is a little crooked. He always says these shoes are more like expensive slippers, but I could not resist their shade of blue and excellent craftsmanship. My jeans gather at my ankles, and my t-shirt is almost too thin to decently wear in public. First take that water out and place it up, away from curious, delicate cat paws. Then the cereal bowl and coffee. I place everything on the table, turn on a movie, sink into the couch, slip off my shoes and enjoy my Saturday.
The coffee pot exhaled like a sighing dragon, moist and whistful. My knife paused at the outer flesh of the strawberry, then with a little bit of effort, cut it's way through stopping at my thumb. A cat's hungry meow wanting approval to begin eating. Sweat shirt sleeves pushed up to my elbows revealing wrists that have gotten a little more slender lately; the natural shedding of winter pounds. Cold water poured into a freshly cleaned mason jar. Brown sugar and half-and-half mingling in the base of a big, ceramic mug before the introduction of strong coffee. Hair pulled into a sensible ponytail, my part is a little crooked. He always says these shoes are more like expensive slippers, but I could not resist their shade of blue and excellent craftsmanship. My jeans gather at my ankles, and my t-shirt is almost too thin to decently wear in public. First take that water out and place it up, away from curious, delicate cat paws. Then the cereal bowl and coffee. I place everything on the table, turn on a movie, sink into the couch, slip off my shoes and enjoy my Saturday.
...keep those fingers crossed...
This WILL go through, this WILL go though, this WILL go through...That is what I keep chanting. If it works, then we will own a beautiful house in Kansas City in a couple of weeks! I am so not kidding. It has wood floors, a cool fire place with fancy brick patterns around it, a built in niche above for displaying whatever one feels like, plaster walls, 4 bedrooms (one of which will be my studio!), lots of light, a quiet street within walking distance of many cool things - Brookside shopping area, SRO video (coolest local video store ever), our favorite Indian restaraunt Taj Mahal, our good friend Johnny, a little artist co-op store, a good coffee shop, etc., enough space and light for a veggie garden, and so much more! I have not even seen it yet! I have seen pictures on the web, but Jeremy has seen it in real life, and I completely trust his judgement. This is sooo much fun! I still cannot believe that everything is happening, and so quickly. I keep waiting for someone to snatch it all away from us, but I do not think that is actually going to happen *knock on wood.* I have been knocking on a lot of wood lately - not THAT wood sicko...wait...maybe I am the only sicko around here. So...Jeremy comes home tonight, which is FANTASTIC. Things just aren't as exciting without him.
This WILL go through, this WILL go though, this WILL go through...That is what I keep chanting. If it works, then we will own a beautiful house in Kansas City in a couple of weeks! I am so not kidding. It has wood floors, a cool fire place with fancy brick patterns around it, a built in niche above for displaying whatever one feels like, plaster walls, 4 bedrooms (one of which will be my studio!), lots of light, a quiet street within walking distance of many cool things - Brookside shopping area, SRO video (coolest local video store ever), our favorite Indian restaraunt Taj Mahal, our good friend Johnny, a little artist co-op store, a good coffee shop, etc., enough space and light for a veggie garden, and so much more! I have not even seen it yet! I have seen pictures on the web, but Jeremy has seen it in real life, and I completely trust his judgement. This is sooo much fun! I still cannot believe that everything is happening, and so quickly. I keep waiting for someone to snatch it all away from us, but I do not think that is actually going to happen *knock on wood.* I have been knocking on a lot of wood lately - not THAT wood sicko...wait...maybe I am the only sicko around here. So...Jeremy comes home tonight, which is FANTASTIC. Things just aren't as exciting without him.
Tuesday, May 13
...gone to the wind...
Ba bere na bere na...my husband is gone...ba bere na bere na...there's a silence hangin' over me...ba bere na bere na...the cat is scratichin' at papers and drivin' me cra-zy oh! I've got the blues...the husband-out-of-town-life-ain't-as-exciting-there-is-no-one-to-sing-funny-songs-to-except-the-cats blues!
Actually...I do miss the fellow tons, but being alone is not so terrible. Things are good. AND he is trying to get us a house which is very good, very good! We were even pre-approved for a mortgage...by a real bank! Can ya believe it? I'm so excited...I want to decorate something sooo bad. Maybe to satisfy my urges, I will decorate pieces of paper tonight with letters of the alphabet and send them to friends. Well...after Buffy!
Ba bere na bere na...my husband is gone...ba bere na bere na...there's a silence hangin' over me...ba bere na bere na...the cat is scratichin' at papers and drivin' me cra-zy oh! I've got the blues...the husband-out-of-town-life-ain't-as-exciting-there-is-no-one-to-sing-funny-songs-to-except-the-cats blues!
Actually...I do miss the fellow tons, but being alone is not so terrible. Things are good. AND he is trying to get us a house which is very good, very good! We were even pre-approved for a mortgage...by a real bank! Can ya believe it? I'm so excited...I want to decorate something sooo bad. Maybe to satisfy my urges, I will decorate pieces of paper tonight with letters of the alphabet and send them to friends. Well...after Buffy!
Saturday, May 10
...obrigada...
Boppin' along 5th avenue with fresh food co-op purchases in my roll-y cart (mmm...kale, baby wild ramps, patty pan squash, avocado...and all organic) when what should overcome me...Portugal! I smelled grilling meat and sardines with a little salt rubbed on them. There was a slight breeze, perfect temperature...sigh...where are those lazy days? Though,these days are not bad...just different.
I also discovered that the woman on the corner a block away from our place who sells the fried meat pockets has ones with just cheese! Yay! I can partake in fried goodness too! And how good it was with a little Tapatio hot sauce sprinkled on. Maybe I should go down to the subway and see if the whole-mango-sliced-up-in-a-zip-lock-bag-with-a-fork people are there. I love street food!!!
Boppin' along 5th avenue with fresh food co-op purchases in my roll-y cart (mmm...kale, baby wild ramps, patty pan squash, avocado...and all organic) when what should overcome me...Portugal! I smelled grilling meat and sardines with a little salt rubbed on them. There was a slight breeze, perfect temperature...sigh...where are those lazy days? Though,these days are not bad...just different.
I also discovered that the woman on the corner a block away from our place who sells the fried meat pockets has ones with just cheese! Yay! I can partake in fried goodness too! And how good it was with a little Tapatio hot sauce sprinkled on. Maybe I should go down to the subway and see if the whole-mango-sliced-up-in-a-zip-lock-bag-with-a-fork people are there. I love street food!!!
Thursday, May 1
...candy wrappers from heaven...
In the wake of some bumblebee dirigibles was the scent of four years of my life. Suddenly every pore was filled with those memories of dusty yarn, late nights, solvents, baggy pants with pockets, stink of 500 students, laying on the lawn, every face being known, small classes, the clang-shush of a loom, the slightly sour earth smell of clay, crazy apartment, passion, tears, fights, and a great time. Who knew I would have found it again on 22nd Street between 9th and 8th in New York City?
In the wake of some bumblebee dirigibles was the scent of four years of my life. Suddenly every pore was filled with those memories of dusty yarn, late nights, solvents, baggy pants with pockets, stink of 500 students, laying on the lawn, every face being known, small classes, the clang-shush of a loom, the slightly sour earth smell of clay, crazy apartment, passion, tears, fights, and a great time. Who knew I would have found it again on 22nd Street between 9th and 8th in New York City?