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I’m almost finished with the floor which means I am going to put the paint cans away and call it done. The walls are mostly painted but I mostly don’t see them most of the time. I see little bits of fireflies glowing on the wood floors as I follow Sweets to bed (he had stepped on a bug that left prints as he walked). In his room is a jar of fireflies, one glass spice jar with a giant and angry bumblebee, a lizard and a box of crickets (the trapdoor of which is sealed with bubblegum). He tells me he’s sorry about the thing that holds the towels (he was just drying his hands…and also using the towelbar as a chin-up bar) and wraps his no longer baby arms around my neck and kisses me good night - the best ten minutes of my day.

I’m almost finished with the floor which means I am going to put the paint cans away and call it done. The walls are mostly painted but I mostly don’t see them most of the time. I see little bits of fireflies glowing on the wood floors as I follow Sweets to bed (he had stepped on a bug that left prints as he walked). In his room is a jar of fireflies, one glass spice jar with a giant and angry bumblebee, a lizard and a box of crickets (the trapdoor of which is sealed with bubblegum). He tells me he’s sorry about the thing that holds the towels (he was just drying his hands…and also using the towelbar as a chin-up bar) and wraps his no longer baby arms around my neck and kisses me good night - the best ten minutes of my day.

The groundhog lied.

The groundhog lied.

We are huge fans of diy.org - especially the skills revolving around tents, shelters, forts…

We are huge fans of diy.org - especially the skills revolving around tents, shelters, forts…

“ Living life…counting blessings, not burdens

La La Vasquez

This is the way it’s done. (it being the short way to spell everything)

Running is Hard

emphasisadded:

So this morning I laced up my sneaks(for only the second time in as many months) and hit the road.

Holy shit.
It was hard.
Just like that I went from someone who could crank out 26.2 miles in less than 4 hours to someone who struggled to keep my legs moving for 3 songs in a row. 
My nose was running.  My cheeks were red.
“On your Left” repeated over and over by my fellow lakefront joggers 

I am feeling sort of despondent about how tough that run just was
But I guess I should be excited about all the GROWING I’ve got ahead of me.
I mean, it’s like I am back at square one…let the learning begin.

My point in sharing all of this is…
I can’t be the only one who fell off the wagon, 
So if anyone is looking to get back in their shoes - now is as good of a time as any.  And maybe we can get through this sucky part together. 

My mantra, for now: Put one foot in front of the other 
Who’s with me? 

The daily news from the little boys in the house behind.

The daily news from the little boys in the house behind.

you should listen to this because what happens at minute 2:18 renders me speechless.

Everyone, everything, received a good scrub today including the pup in the tub.

Everyone, everything, received a good scrub today including the pup in the tub.

chuckhistory:

My message of hope for the New Year.

chuckhistory:

My message of hope for the New Year.

Done. 1:45 am

Done. 1:45 am

“ You must be able
To do three things:
To love what is mortal;
To hold it
Against your bones knowing
Your own life depends on it;
And, when the time comes to let it go,
To let it go
Mary Oliver, In Blackwater Woods
Objectively, I know this is ridiculous.

Personally, I love it so much.

Objectively, I know this is ridiculous.

Personally, I love it so much.

Richard Buckner played DC this weekend and listening to him was as good of a birthday present as there ever was. It was a small crowd in a small dive bar which was a perfect place. He was great. That’s not much of a review. I don’t know how to write about music, especially this music, which has played in the background of so many parts of my life. This isn’t the music I play when friends are over for wood splitting but what Ive chosen when I’m alone, when I’m running away and choosing to stay, it’s leaving Asheville and moving north, it’s leaving my family and moving forward, and so many uncountable unremarkable quiet moments in between. Its solitude and i felt naked and vulnerable listening to it in the dark next to a handful of strangers. I left before he finished (something about a babysitter and a day job and a school night and kids). I left before he played this song, one of my favorite songs and finding this posted today was like my birthday all over.

Richard Buckner, Blue and Wonder

It’s a fine line separating cool from crazy. Painted floors are kissing cousins of the fine line.

It’s a fine line separating cool from crazy. Painted floors are kissing cousins of the fine line.