Big and little
Looking at the stars, thinking of the worlds out there, the universes, feeling very small,
But to me, my world is big.
Then there’s this little bug, his world is little.
But to him, his world is big.
But then there’s this universe…
– Anne Carlson –
I believe in fairies; the ones that steel socks.
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Confronted by my stockpile of orphaned socks, I have arrived at a conclusion.
I believe in fairies; the ones that steel socks. Jake, my native elder friend, told me the Paiutes have a name for them. If I remember correctly, they are called Moquitz*.
What are they doing with “my” socks? If they are making clothes out of them, surely I have clothed a village.
Why only one sock? Come to think of it, would I really notice if both were missing? Such mysteries to contemplate while sorting socks.
– Anne Carlson –
(Moquitz- Paiute friends please spot me on this.)
Cleaning out the convertible. My bones are not strong enough to use a vacuum cleaner, but a leaf blower is a pretty good plan B.
AC
enough is enough
This week I’ve been sorting and cleaning and came to the realization I have enough bras to support a herd of cows.
Time to downsize.
– Anne Carlson –
Watching a TV drama. Haven’t done that in a long time. One thing has me puzzled, where’s all that freaky orchestra music playing in the background when something intense happens in my life?
4th of July
It’s that burst-open-pop sound spraying the smell of a picnic just waiting to happen.
– Anne Carlson –
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