The Elected

songstringtown — Thu, 25 Dec 2008 04:49:45 +0000

I’m not going home

Sometimes you can’t go home
Sometimes you’re already there
And I look at you, i’m there

Yeah, I’m there
When I look at you, I’m there
Yeah, I’m there

One more day for a holiday.

songstringtown — Tue, 23 Dec 2008 04:04:12 +0000

It’s the early beginning of a written off week. Written off in terms of not too much expectations of me, although my expectations for it may rate highly. I expect much of a five day weekend, it seems.

I love winter escape-from-the-city’s.

But… bringing my thoughts back to today , and this early part of the week, I spent a good chunk of my at-work time reading I Know Why the Caged Bird Sings. I love memoirs, I really like this memoir. Regardless of whether or not I admire and respect the author, or whether I know enough about them to admire and respect them- although maybe that last part is moot, that’s likely why I’m reading.

My job today was watering the plants at work. This is a task I must perform with rapt attention, wIth no interruption and quite systematically. There are measurements to be made and ladders to be climbed up and down. Today I wore little black high heels. These required shoe foot apparatus removal; each time I climbed a step. For safety reasons I stepped around in stockinged feet, and rolled my foot around each rung of the ladder, enjoying a short reprieve from vanity-foot-pain, my desire to be tall on a Monday morning.

In this way, the most productive part of my Monday this week was spent shoeless and atop a ladder.

HoneyI’mHome.

songstringtown — Sun, 21 Dec 2008 19:44:22 +0000

It’s Sunday, boys and ladies.
A little end/start week day.
A fireplace glow-day.

An underground sleep day.
White cup, black tea day.
Left over noodlesense day.

Talk on the phone day,
Play with kitties day,
Doing laundry day.

Pray day-Play day.

Getchoo, Uh-huh

The Elected

One more day for a holiday.

HoneyI’mHome.