Last night at 11:00 they started jackhammering in the street below us.
This morning at 6:00 car horns were already honking.
Sounds of the city, not even sifted through trees, permeate the apartment through the open windows.
And with every heavy truck that rumbles past, I smile.
Entries from September 2006
September 27, 2006
Autumn Leaving
I changed my door hanging today. This morning it was a metal basket of pansies. Now it is a grapevine wreath with orange and yellow leaves and berries.
Because Miles gave me flak when we walked outdoors this morning saying, “Momma, it’s not summer anymore. You have to change the door. You have to.”
I’ve spent today [...]
September 25, 2006
Trial Size
Hot damn, I’m in a good mood now. My client just emailed me to tell me about the lifting of the liquid and gel ban from airplanes. Thank dog. My toothpaste can come with. I’m bottling everything in trial sizes, though, just in case.
Yay for not having to check a bag. Yay for not having [...]
September 23, 2006
To-Do
It’s just getting longer: The To-Do List. I’m looking at the sheet of paper divided into three parts: What to pack, what to buy, what to do. All before I leave in five days while also cleaning my house, keeping up with laundry, packing the boys’ bag for the time I’m gone, not to mention [...]
September 20, 2006
Feh.
Stupid terrorist plots.
I wonder if I can survive five days without my face wash and moisturizer.
Cos I’m telling you now, there’s some fucked-up shit going down for it to be okay for me to travel with my knitting needles and scissors on a flight, but be forced to check my Aloe & Citrus face wash.
Seriously, [...]
September 20, 2006
Scattered
I’m totally scattered this week. Trying to get lots of work so my trip to NYC is as carefree as possible, trying to finish three knitting projects so I can start another yummy bag, looking online for the gorgeous yarn which will make said yummy bag, all while feebly attempting to catch up on blogging [...]
September 14, 2006
Quitter
I don’t quit.
I am awfully stubborn in my determination to make things work. I come by this naturally, from my father. He will spend two weeks poking around the control panel of the dishwasher, forcing the family of eight to hand wash dishes until, finally, he finds the problem and fixes it. Or buys a [...]