bag lady

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My car broke down yesterday.

So there is that to talk about.  

It started with the radio cutting out. Suze Rotolo was being interviewed by Margot Adler.  Margot read this passage written about Suze by Bob Dylan in his autobiography.  It was pretty vivd and strong worded and totally enchanting, and right when Margot asked for Suze's response to these words the radio went dead.

That pissed me off pretty good.  

Then the car jerked and sputtered and came to a stop right in the middle of traffic.  And my hazards didn't even work.  

And I had a sweaty bandana on my head because I was coming home from the gym and running errands.

But the most amazing thing happened.

It was a pretty dangerous situation because cars couldn't see that I was stopped and they kept coming up really fast and then swerving to miss me.  This went on for a good five minutes or so and then my knight in shinning armor showed up. Sugar Daddy? No. He was at work.  

This knight was about seventy years old with a derby cap and a Members Only jacket.  He parked behind me and turned on his hazards.  

Sweet Mr. Derby man. I'll love you forever.

The story ends with me walking home in my bandana, with my shopping bags in my black greasy hands and only one shoe.  

Frankly I'm surprised I wasn't arrested for vagrancy.

But this is the stuff of life though eh?  

It's the day to day occurrences that build our life.  There are crappy times and really super good times and all the squishy matter in between.

Sometimes you eat crow, sometimes you eat macaroons. That's what I always say.  Well, not really. That just came to me just now.

So here's my point. I do have one. I think.

What I want to say today is when next I find myself nibbling a macaroon or a baby cheek I'm going to remember to cache that happiness so next time I am walking down a road with only one shoe and grease smudges, like a bag lady, I can draw on those specks of sweetness and laugh heartily out loud at life.

But not in front of any cops.

Don't think twice, It's alright by Bob Dylan

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hope on a monday

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I thought about writing a post on how profoundly tired I am these days.

But that's really not anyway to start a new week now is it?

I am meeting this week with high hopes. Hope for more energy. Hope for more time. Hope that the Bird's teeth hurry up and come in already.

We want to get all of our printing supplies ordered this week. I need to come up with a design for our Christmas cards so that we will have time to have the plate made and get them printed.  We are expecting a pretty steep learning curve when we finally have everything to get started with our new press.

The boy starts school in one week.  We have doctors appointments, dentist appointments, school clothes shopping, and haircuts on the schedule.

It's good to be busy. Really it is. I mean, think about the alternative. No children? No work? No thank you.

But man am I tired.

monday

As a kid I used to hate when Monday rolled around. These days I really love Monday morning. It is the gateway to the week. It is full of possibilities.

I have a busy few days ahead of me. I've got girls weekend at my house starting Friday night which will take a fair amount of preparation. On Sunday, I am hosting a "Papayaesque" art day which will require at least a few errands to pick up supplies. The boy has a field trip today and is off school tomorrow. I have a birthday luncheon for a good friend and a play date for Thom. The dog needs to go to the groomers. And then there is the house work. The stinking house work. Ever present.

I'm not complaining. I actually thrive on being busy. I seem to function best when there is a lot of work to do. And for the most part it is fun work. Who wouldn't want to go to the art store? The housework on the other hand. . .