From the Hip

One of most favorite human celebrates another year.  this is for her -alh there are so many thin gs to say. and yet I want to reduce what i'm feeling to one word.  a mug hot coffee your smile walking you to the building door talking about a good read or a good song or a bike ride or an idea  a glass of wine or a cold beer. did you read this book or that book? this blog or that. who wrote that song? i love that place,  what about this one?  talk to you for hours about nothing  and something the summer sunset in my backyard the kitchen table where does the time go?   can we do this again? 

I blinked. 30 days passed. I have not left the zip code in over 48 days. I took a break from reading without realizing I was taking a break from reading. My eyes feel blurry. My short term vision seems hazy. I don't want to go anywhere. I want to be with my girls in the house: sheltering. And watching TV. If only we had an unwatched shelf project to write about. I'm almost finished with Brave New World . And it making me think things. Somethings changed: I lost my commute time; I have a backlog of podcasts and audible books. I have been watching Facebook live feeds of authors: Viola Shipman, Nancy Thayer, Jason Reynolds, and Jack Ridl. They talk about the process, and the writing and the work of writing. And it feels like the ideas are floating in my head. I started a mini journal again. I carry it around with me and I put words it. I've been taking advantage of free youth audible listening. We spent some time chipping away at Peter Rabbit by Beatrix Potter. Some...