They’re Altogether Ooky
I need to tell you something before we get to the traumatic event of last night. I wear makeup when we go out on Saturdays. That’s the only time I will slather my face in paints. I have never worn a lot of makeup. My goal was always to look like a slightly improved version of myself. I had no interest in cat-eye liner and smokey eyes. Even with the minimal amount I used to wear, the thought of putting it on my face became more and more repulsive, especially foundation. For the last six or seven years, I didn’t wear any makeup at all. Ever. Then, sometime around the…
So Let’s Take the Long Way Home
These images are from a hobby farm we drive by every time we come back from town. They have forty or so itty bitty goats, at which we have to stop and awww. It’s the law. I hadn’t brought my camera out in a long time, but this last weekend I decided I wanted to grab it, so I did. The pictures are terrible. Every single one was awful. I can’t go back in time right now, so they’ll have to do. Maybe I should play with the camera more than once a year. This tiny guy was out on his own, not far from the road. I figured I’d…
In the Dark Blue Sky You Keep
In fourth or fifth grade, everyone in the class was required to choose a musical instrument to learn. They set up an “L” of lunch tables in the cafeteria/gym/auditorium, where they had various instruments laid out on the tabletops, and told us to choose what we wanted to play. I’m not certain if there were multiple of any, I feel like there weren’t. Looking back, I’m a little surprised this method of choosing something that takes such commitment was found to be the best way to go about it. Imagine having to pick something else like that, say another language for example. “Look, Tammy, I know you wanted to learn…
It Won’t Do You No Good
I have a horrible reaction to sodium. I have, since I was about twenty, ballooned when consuming too much for the day or just too much at one time. I don’t know if this is some medical issue or just my body’s quirky way of telling me I don’t need the salt, but since I can control this reaction by simply avoiding unnecessary sodium, I don’t mind not paying $650 to have someone tell me it’s a medical condition which can be controlled by not consuming salt. So, annoyed at not being able to wear my wedding rings, having sock indents around my calves, and feeling at times as though…
This Is Life
Levee has started her spring shedding. It doesn’t matter that I vacuum every day; I cannot keep up with her hair clods. They explode off her like a wet mogwai popping off hairball babies. We tried açaí, both in bowl form as well as juice. I’m convinced it’s a mass joke. Before this I’d have had difficulty naming a food I didn’t like. Sure, there are foods I don’t prefer, but very few I truly dislike. Açaí has, without any doubt whatsoever, become the food I dislike. I’d describe its flavor as fermented berries or “eww.” I wasn’t sure if maybe our açaí bowl packets had somehow gone off, but then…
