Tag: winging it

Yellow

My first car was a yellow 1973 AMC Gremlin with wood paneling and a bad Kmart stereo. My new car is a 2019 Yellow Jeep Wrangler with leather seats and CarPlay. My Gremlin used to backfire and eventually caught on fire. My Jeep can drive over anything and texts me when I need to change…

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Minor Alteration

My first blog post was on July 3, 2007. No picture. No “my thoughts from…” sign-off. I didn’t even know what I was doing was called a post. I typed— this is my very first blog entry. I thanked all zero of the people following my blog at the time for “letting me sort it…

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Red Pants

I just want to stay put and listen to the birds, but I have to go. There are things to do and moving on to get moving. I have always felt my life was a bit hectic. I’m never quite ready. Never that final spray of perfume. I’m more of a jumbled one-shoe-still-off-on-my-way-out-the-door sort of…

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Folding

I don’t know what I am doing. You’ll say that’s not true, or I’m “taking a break,” but yesterday I practiced my print handwriting. I practiced it all day. I made tea. Got out a notebook and practiced my letters. Height, spacing, different pens, you name the variation, and I was working it. This may…

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Moth Balls

  Helen, Gertrude, Millie, and Alice. Those are good names. They smoke, no filter, and smush out their charred nubs in a beanbag ashtray before reaching for another Entenmann’s cookie.  They are all in housedresses, and they get their hair done at the same beauty parlor. I picture the remaining eggs in my body as these…

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Yarn

It is the first day of February, and I am happy to announce—drum roll please— I have learned how to knit. Garter stitch, stockinette, cast on, and bind off. Yeah, I know those words now. I took a knitting class with two other women who were far more advanced than me. Honestly, I’m not sure…

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Loose Button

Some mornings I wake up with too many thoughts. It does not happen all the time, but today I am sharing the randomness of my head. You’re welcome in advance. It occurs to me that Twitter used to be this cool indie friend who only said a few words and was nothing like the uber-popular…

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Still Sorting

I am normally all about the last minute. Down to the wire, middle of the night, go-time, crunch time. Whatever phrase someone wants to put on it, I’m that girl. Plans start off the same as every other normal organized human being, but somewhere along the way I get lost. I’m susceptible to shiny lights…

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Rolled Jeans

    I’m phasing out tissues and their cute little boxes. Somewhere in the dark recesses of my the-way-things-should-be sits tissues. I was raised to believe that a civilized person didn’t use toilet paper for crying or a cold. Tissues were necessary. It meant you were a safe distance away from the old guy in a…

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