emigre magazine #63

waking up in the morning with new posts on the orchard to read/get caught up on.

The Fast Reply button is my new favorite invention.

Running through a sprinkler with wet, happy babies.

Really ****ing up in a major way at work today, and not getting the third degree because my boss is out of town.

Watching Winnie stick her entire face into a volleyball she's chewed open.

Putting on clean shorts right out of the dryer.

My medicine doing its job.

The early morning quiet after a nighttime snow. Ooh!
Christmas Eve candlelight service! When they turn out the lights and it's just our candles lighting up the church!
Walking through a wooded area when the leaves start falling and there's a slight nip in the air.
The ocean.
My husband calling me "sweetheart".
Sitting alone in my studio writing poetry when inspiration hits like a drug.
Listening to OTR. Wherever I am and whatever season OTR's music reminds me of summertime and barefeet. It also reminds me of the freedom I felt as a child to hope without the fear of reality coming in and squishing it. Oh, and lots of love.

This 95 degree day finally cooling down.

Washing my sheets. Bye bye, dog hair (for now)!

The dog not whining in her crate.

boys who live in the same town as me!

woohoo!! go melanie!!

happy for you!!

Melanie's maaaaan being home.

Velveeta shells and cheese!

heeeee!

Now that is a priceless thought! Good for you Melanie

chet baker on a summer's day.
chats that make deeper friends.

little stuffed animals that make funny noises when you drop them.

the smell of burning ceadar.

rain, windows rolled down, and OTR on in the CD player.

My mommy buying me sandals, and actually having them fit.

Double posts.

Running into friends unexpectedly.
Being reminded that I am loved.
Fruit parties!
Long conversations.
Plans for a wonderful future. (Completely unrealistic, mind you, but they're so darn fun!)

Going out for dinner with friends after a week of being stranded with a dog.

Irish stew!

Winning my age group in Saturday's race.

Yay Troy!

mmm, coffee.

yay, becky!

Getting to see my best friend tomorrow!
Getting to see my brother's play tonight!

talking to my sister whether it be by instant messenger, phone, or face to face.

That quick brisk feeling immediately after I slip between the bedsheets.

Driving over 100

Becoming aware of my heartbeat when I listen to OTR.

Angry music in an empty office.

A new fave: m&ms with roasted almonds!

When Winnie understands, "Lay down, puppy, I'm tired." And when she remembers how to shake hands. (My professor's daughter taught her to shake with, "Put it there, old chap" -- how funny is that?)

That is funny and simply PRECIOUS!!

: )

reading what other people have as favourite things is one of my favourite things.

HEalthy food that tastes good.
Fresh blueberries.
Being in a good mood.
Being social with IRL people for a change.

My cameras.

Being on my front porch, drinking coffee on sunday morning while I sit on the old wicker loveseat and rediscover the goodies in Paula's garden. It's cloudy and cool today... perfect for making photographs of the flowers.

City streets with the pavement worn down so the brick and/or cobblestone show beneath. Like this picture

Scotty, those flowers are beautiful!

Thank you.
It's digitalis, the same plant they make heart medicine from. Looking at the blossoms does a lot for my heart.

I'll bet! Paula must be quite the gardener.

I love flowers! Yaaaaaaaaay!

I adore brick streets.

She sure is.. our whole yard is full of little chunks of mad color. As we compost more and more soil she has me tear out more useless grass and she replaces it with these islands of blooming magic. Eventually, there will only be little grass pathways between the flowers. Anymore, I almost like staying home so I can get up in the morning and see what new eruption has occurred in the garden.

And she has pots of magic all over the place

I like that too. There is some weird affirmation in seeing the facade of modern device fall away to reveal something older, obsolete but stronger or more pervasive. I like the texture of decay. Maybe some people are just better connected to the reality of entropy.

hmmmmmm that would describe me! (and the flowers are amazing! btw)

Me too! I'll stop for minutes in random city alleyways to just absorb the particular way the light hits a crumbling plaster wall or the rust of a balcony. Old Montreal is getting too squeaky clean and touristy for the most part, but there's something about buildings far older than the country in which I live that speaks to me.

One of my favorite things about my hometown used to be this square of sidewalk which, for years, bore a network of cracks which resembled a rough icthus on the corner near our home. When the pine needles fell from our protect-us-from-drunken-drivers tree, the outline would become a beautiful rust-red. They replaced the sidewalk last year. Boonieville will never be the same....

One of my favorite things:

I love my sister!

alright... there's a couple of mischevious smiles that could derail my train.

... if only we were blue?


Productive hours.
Being able to write what needs to be written.
Ice cream parties!
Midnight phone calls.
My wonderful, wonderful brothers.
Jogging into the early-morning fog.

This is a little better. You're still kind of grainy but that just adds character.