This morning I've been working on revisions and thinking about possible futures. Heady stuff. I'm also firmly planted in a time and place and body, though, so I'll take a moment to attend to this reality. Today I'm...
hearing: piano+oboe on the radio; building engineer clomping around on the roof to manage the inevitable spring old-building leaks; ticking clock
smelling: that wonderful fragrance of toasting bread
seeing: the piles and stacks growing unruly again--always more paper, and where to put it? Also, sunshine and steely sky
feeling: changing temperatures! bare feet on wooden floors!
tasting: leftover toasted soda bread, honey, jam, tea; for lunch...? something good, let's hope
Friday, March 18, 2011
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yes, the piles of paper. I usually end up shoving mine into corners or under desks where they just accumulate dust. It seems a special kind of denial. :) XOXO
ReplyDeleteThose piles are brutal for someone who has folks over nearly every other day and wants to be hospitable about dust-bunny allergies, though. ;o) I'm always looking for better solutions to storing and organizing.
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