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Maybe Sparrow is the title of a Neko Case song. I like Neko Case.
I spend a lot of time at home. And, a lot of time with my baby. I'm married, and domesticated, and probably pretty boring. And, happy. When I was single, and wild, and exciting I spent a lot of time pretty miserable. I write and read and sew and cook. I curse at the cats, and I make jokes with my husband. I love movies and music. I drive a shiny sedan. I have a lot of family in the South that I rarely see. I've seen my name in print. I'm good at doing things that I have to do, even when I don't want to. And, days rolls by too quickly since I became a mother.
I live in the mountains, surrounded by orchards and vineyards. People out here seem to think they're country. I say that technically, they are rural, but they ain't country. Californian Republicans amuse me.
I really don't know what else to say. I feel like I'm finally a grown-up, and that's very strange. It's doubly strange in a society that really hates the whole notion of adulthood.
I want to write books, but I have no stories to tell. I want to make quilts, but I'm impatient. I want to learn other languages, but I can't afford to travel. I want to be a clearer, cleaner, better, more put together me, but I generally feel like I'm pretty seat of my pants. I just can't get the Ideal to match the Reality. I do my best.
My son is the sweetest thing on Earth. He smiles and makes monster noises. I like to kiss him and watch him sleep and buy overpriced things for him.
My favorite color is red. I prefer salty to sweet. I like the heat of the summer, and I can't keep a plant alive. I love red wine, and I occasionally miss smoking.
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