Sunday, August 7, 2016

Sunday morning.

Bullets without guns: a new productivity. A Sunday morning bubble wave.

Hang on...

* today I became an egg lady, eggs by the road, cobbled sign stuck to kids' old art easel..not much thought went into it, in the moment, which is probably why it actually got done...$4 a dozen for free-range organically-fed chicken eggs is an incredible deal and it's the first thing I've done in a long time that was on my list and that honestly made me smile, for real. I've been hemming and hawing about the thing for a month...what to have on the sign, how to show humor, etc. delay delay delay.

*today it got done.

*today I sledgehammered the legs off the table in my sewing room. Yes, an actual sledgehammer. Hope J wasn't hoping for it, but I actually don't care. Sledgehammering is good.  Now I have an easel of my own in there and plans for dismantling spaces further and further...

*today I had fresh, hot coffee. And got to drink it while hot.

*today I am listening hard to car speeds in curiosity...will they buy eggs?!

 ***these bullets are asterisks, and the teardrops radiate out from its tiny pause. That- is not my 'this morning' and that has made today a beauty.