so much depends
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
-william carlos williams from THE poetry packet senior year.
What would we do without the red wheel barrow? And those chickens, oh, those chickens.
Enough of the crazy talk.
Had a glorious thing happen to us this morning- bulk trash.
When Todd and I moved in together we brought with us a couch. Think 1980s burlap with a sofa bed. It was given to us by his bro-in-law who inherited it from the sublet where his college roommate was staying in Manayunk. Gross.
It's been in our kitty-litter infested mudroom/office/whatever room for the past two years. I drove by the house after dropping BB off on my way to work- and it WAS GONE. Praise Jesus. I might go on a Walmart shopping spree to redecorate- and not even look at the rollback price tags to mark the celebration. I wrote a review for Walmart this morning- calling it the New Ikea. This is because they sent me a bed frame, it was easy to put together and I'm not afraid for my life while sleeping in it.
I'm all over the place today/this week/this month. I'm so busy that it keeps me from feeling sad from how much time I spend at work. I read an article this weekend on a 2.5 hour trip to Susquehanna, PA that people don't use weekends for what they're intended for: leisure. We pack them with bill paying, laundry folding, running around- and we're so exhausted that when Monday rolls around, it tends to be the least productive day of the work week.
When I started my job coaching and working at my alma mater I referred to it as my dream job. Well...I think after five years that something's changed: my idea of a dream.
I want a weekend day off. Or, crazier yet, two weekend days off. I want to be able to make plans with my friends on the spur of the moment (with baby in tow, of course) and not have to worry about being at work after 6- and coming home in time to spend some waking hours with my baby and husband.
I sent my resume for a job like this. Please, please. Please. If you pray, pray that something works out. If you meditate, meditate on this idea and will it to happen for me.
Please.
HA!
My blog is a mess.
upon
a red wheel
barrow
glazed with rain
water
beside the white
chickens.
-william carlos williams from THE poetry packet senior year.
What would we do without the red wheel barrow? And those chickens, oh, those chickens.
Enough of the crazy talk.
Had a glorious thing happen to us this morning- bulk trash.
When Todd and I moved in together we brought with us a couch. Think 1980s burlap with a sofa bed. It was given to us by his bro-in-law who inherited it from the sublet where his college roommate was staying in Manayunk. Gross.
It's been in our kitty-litter infested mudroom/office/whatever room for the past two years. I drove by the house after dropping BB off on my way to work- and it WAS GONE. Praise Jesus. I might go on a Walmart shopping spree to redecorate- and not even look at the rollback price tags to mark the celebration. I wrote a review for Walmart this morning- calling it the New Ikea. This is because they sent me a bed frame, it was easy to put together and I'm not afraid for my life while sleeping in it.
I'm all over the place today/this week/this month. I'm so busy that it keeps me from feeling sad from how much time I spend at work. I read an article this weekend on a 2.5 hour trip to Susquehanna, PA that people don't use weekends for what they're intended for: leisure. We pack them with bill paying, laundry folding, running around- and we're so exhausted that when Monday rolls around, it tends to be the least productive day of the work week.
When I started my job coaching and working at my alma mater I referred to it as my dream job. Well...I think after five years that something's changed: my idea of a dream.
I want a weekend day off. Or, crazier yet, two weekend days off. I want to be able to make plans with my friends on the spur of the moment (with baby in tow, of course) and not have to worry about being at work after 6- and coming home in time to spend some waking hours with my baby and husband.
I sent my resume for a job like this. Please, please. Please. If you pray, pray that something works out. If you meditate, meditate on this idea and will it to happen for me.
Please.
HA!
My blog is a mess.
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lets hang soon!