Monday, October 26, 2009
Wednesday, October 21, 2009
We packed up and moved out on Saturday, in the intermittent rain storms that thundered across the Seattle skies. Hauling boxes between rain drops, heaving furniture through historically tiny doorways, BC and I were soaked through by the time we finished emptying the truck around midnight. We were ravenously hungry, the house was a mad tangle of belongings and cardboard, the kitty boys were throughly traumatized and sleep was still a ways off. And I, well, I was so excited and optimistic it was rather ridiculous. I'm taking that as a sign that this is where we're supposed to be at the time we're supposed to be here. It just feels right. I feel right.
Monday night I went for my first run. Out the back door, through the back yard, up on the levy, down to the main trail, back into town and along the base of Mt. Si. I was breathing easy, long slow gulps of crisp pine-scented air, marveling at the shocking fall foliage (Vermillion! Crimson! Saffron! Persimmon!), listening to the dull thud of my trainers on packed dirt when I saw her. She was glossy and fat on her spindly legs, huge ears flicking towards me, great deep eyes watching carefully.
Friday, October 16, 2009
Yeah. We pick up the moving truck in 12 hours (so please excuse the mess!) but CLEARLY playing kitty bumper cars - which Thai is a glutton for - was the best choice I could make.
Monday, October 12, 2009
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Friday, October 9, 2009
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
I'm not sure if you've noticed, but this Dove has been pining (and occasionally gnashing-of-the-teeth) for a little more space and a lot more green and the scent of western white pine and the sound of the river rushing and the feel of rich soil between her toes and a place to plant those seeds she's been saving and seeing the new moon unobstructed by the city lights and a new studio, a studio close enough she can walk to (minus the current three miles of hills I traverse to the studio). It's been a long while coming, but the news is finally official.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Confession Number 87: I am a 29 year old female living in the city, with a love for [quirky] fashion; big heels, bigger jewelry and wearing dresses to the grocery store. I do not own a single tube of lipstick. FREAKISH, I KNOW. My reasoning (which, as always, is solid as a rock) balances between the fear that if I start wearing lipstick, I will soon reach the point in life where I have consumed 8 pounds of the rouge (so not an urban legend). Somehow my obsessive-compulsive application of chap-stick and "natural moisturizing lip-glosses" falls out of this fear range (but if I though long and hard about it, I've probably doubled that consumption rate in beeswax - GROSS!). The other half of it is a long-standing knowledge that I have a large mouth and really, how much more do I need to accentuate it? I kid you not: Apparently when I was born and opened my whopper for that initial wail, the doctor's first words were "Wow, this kid has a BIG mouth!" So you just go with it. And win marshmallow eating contests. And smile big. And, 29 years later, still debate over wether or not to give into the kisser and paint it up.