My sister made these for me. Ostensibly tea bag holders, but they have been, instead, put on my shelf and now hold tiny things that I pick up and play with as I putter about my house.
August 2009 Archives
My backyard is a source of constant amusement.
From the mosquito-free throne on the back porch, I have a clear view of the bird feeders, the bird bath, and to the north the hummingbird feeder which has been placed right next to a huge pot of lantana.
As previously pondered, I will name backyard animals.
These are my two favorite cardinals. It's tough to see the female in the picture, but she's there. I named the male Bella because he seemed to show up every time I played Bella Luna by Jason Mraz.
Bella always looks like he's had a rough night. Feathers going every which direction.
Bella's mate has been named Stella Blue because she started showing up a lot more when I was playing Warren Haynes.
Rumor is that Bella is a lush and Stella Blue is the reason his feathers are always out of whack.
And the squirrels. I gave up long ago trying to keep them away from the feeders. They gotta eat too. I hang ears of corn out for them but of course they prefer the birdfood.
Their story is that they are retired synchronized swimmers.
And in other baseball news, Hank Aaron has a girlfriend.
They are very cute together.
Words, I need to have some words with you
You words are just not coming out
In a manner I am accustomed to.
I’ll have to ask you to explain yourselves.
But please don’t change, words.
Don’t change the words. I’m in no distress.
Your vocabulary, words: a curious mistress.
Whose words flow up not down.
It’s a wordfall, words wash over me.
With a complete disregard for the laws of gravity.
I know there are more behind them, words
And I’m finding that I can’t wait to hear them, words.
A start, perhaps, when the first drop hits
But after that it’s like a kiss
That you just settle into.
Unsettling, not, words, I made that clear then.
Make the deep end deeper.
Heart over head.
I’ll dive in.
10:23 PM If the ball game goes to extra innings, I'll make it another hour. Else, I think I'll go to bed. That doesn't count either. C'mon, Boston. Get a game back tonight.
9:27 PM Walked in the kitchen to get something to drink. Resisted urge to unload dishwasher. Instead put new paper towels on the roll, heard Family Guy back from a commercial and came back out to the porch.
But I forgot my water. I know if I go back in the kitchen I'll unload the dishwasher and put the dirty dishes in it.
10:16 PM Was thirsty, but decided to go change into my jammies and brush my teeth. Then walked into the kitchen to refill my water bottle. And couldn't stand it. Unloaded and loaded the dishwasher. Then wiped the countertop, and put the rag in the laundry room.
Resisted urge to start a load of laundry.
And the ball game is getting interesting, so I'm sitting down again.
It's the 8th inning.
8:25 PM Picked up the empty potting soil bag and took it out to the trash can. Detouring to empty the household trash cans on the way because tomorrow is Tuesday and the trash gets picked up tomorrow and it's a big bag and I might as well use it instead of the trash bag I would have used. So I walked out to the trash can. Threw in the trash, wheeled the can to the curb, went back for the recycling, took it to the curb, and then couldn't resist the rake standing there so I raked, but only for a moment before I forgot I wasn't supposed to be doing anything.
Taking out the trash doesn't count. I can't help that tomorrow is Tuesday.
8:38 PM Moved the soaker hose. Also doesn't count because I had to do that. Later I'll have to get up to turn off the hose, and that also won't count.
8:39 PM Going to make something to eat and find a baseball game on TV. A girl's gotta eat, so that doesn't really count, and sitting on the sofa watching TV does qualify as exactly fuck all.
By my math I've made it over an hour already.
9:19 PM Ate while switching between Family Guy and the Boston game. Put my dishes in the sink. Resisted urge to unload dishwasher. Yeah me.
9:23 PM Now sitting out porch looking back in house at TV. Still switching between Family Guy and the ball game.
It's almost 7:30 PM. I have set myself the goal of doing exactly fuck all for the next five hours.
Funny is how hard that is going to be for me.
