table collection

I know this is going to feel silly, but follow me for a minute.  Web Urbanist featured a photographer who’s much cooler photos feature an individual’s carried items and one of the hands that brought those bits around. Last night I looked at my coffee table, a mess for sure, but also a story about my little ol’ life. It’s a collection of things that have something to say about me, and there was no forethought to their being there at all. There’s a favorite scarf I bought back in 2005 at the advising of an ex girlfriend.  My landmom…

you know those times i’m talking about

You know those times when everything seems to go wrong.  It’s not just a day, but whole weeks at a time.  Those sections of the year where things happen one-after-another, like you miss a flight and pay an of-course-highly-unfair price for a new ticket then you return home to find a mouse has eaten through all your clothes and you go to meet your friends for dinner but your tire is flat so you call them and have a not horrible but mostly inedible meal at a restaurant you wouldn’t have chosen all the while watching as two of your…

considering divorce

For the record, they are still dismembering trees around here.  Body parts are littering the streets.  I’ve stop quelling the burst of laughter triggered by someone telling me that it makes the trees more beautiful.  How can you call a few leaves growing on a 5 foot tall stump beautiful, unless you are referring to nature’s general Struggle To Survive Despite Us? Speaking of struggling to survive, Spring Chicken and I are on the rocks.  A friend recently requested more pictures of the puppy here on my blog.  I didn’t know how to tell my friend that I’m currently considering…