sapped; just looking out the window
Mar. 11th, 2008 06:05 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
too sapped for "the building," as
bigfinedaddy calls the gym. yes, lots of times taking sapped to the building and getting sapped there results in feeling less sapped. sometimes it doesn't, though. i think this would be one of those times. regardless, gonna take it easy for a while now & then go hang with BFD later, if the plan holds.
there's dimitri, out at the mailboxes. he lives down the muddy part of the street, last house before the corrugated metal barrier. and mudville is lookin' like mudville a little today, as some of the frozen stuff gets to melting.
perhaps i've mentioned that i'm thinking of calling it mudville only when referring to its literal muddiness. to take away the "no joy in" connotation, which is kind of a reverse blessing, an invoking of the muse of misery, who's not a muse i muse is my first choice for whisperer in my ear.
there's bert, out at his mailbox. and here comes david, back down the street in his whole earmuff deal. humph & manuelo are watching them & the chickadees with me.
so as i was walking up the drive this afternoon, having been to the mailbox (with a little label in it with my last name, two other surnames, and "mudville"), i was trying to think of other possible nicknames for the homestead, as i do sometimes. "maud's little acre" amused me for a minute, but it's not the one.
bert's already back out of his place & around the corner with zach. there's caroline, down the way, getting home from work with a bag of groceries. i like her. she's in the choral union that'll be doing st. matthew's passion end of next week.
the hunk of ground designated as going with this house is sort of a triangular dealie. maybe there's some name thing in that. i have maples & pines & lilacs, and an ancient apple tree. and raspberry patches, and a mess of other stuff. it can get kind of overgrown, the way i keep it. and it does get muddy.
hell, maybe it's just mudville, in celebration of the part of me that is sometimes inspired to get out there, shortly after the mud's come, to take out some of the dead stuff, and tell a little bit of the rest of it how to be, and make it so. exert domestic dominion at the domicile. it's a major stumbling block for me to tune into that spirit in making my home here the way i want it to be, inside even more than out. if i ever manage to manage to do so at this place, fer real, on a roll, with whatever joie de vivre, esprit de corps & je ne sais quoi it'll take to do it in more than dribs & drabs, with heart, that there'll be some joy in mudville.
there's that beautiful fat female cardinal. the girl goldfinch flew away. as the cardinal eats, chomping away with her little orange-red beak, it looks as if she's talking to me.
and jimi lee's getting after her birdfeeders now.
still hard to believe i'll have these windows open again some day. if we live long enough, i told 'festo the other day. man, i bet he'll be, like, whoa, i remember this, i was just a little kid. or at least i'll be like that, looking at him.
the vicarious thing---it's a curse, and it's a blessing.
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there's dimitri, out at the mailboxes. he lives down the muddy part of the street, last house before the corrugated metal barrier. and mudville is lookin' like mudville a little today, as some of the frozen stuff gets to melting.
perhaps i've mentioned that i'm thinking of calling it mudville only when referring to its literal muddiness. to take away the "no joy in" connotation, which is kind of a reverse blessing, an invoking of the muse of misery, who's not a muse i muse is my first choice for whisperer in my ear.
there's bert, out at his mailbox. and here comes david, back down the street in his whole earmuff deal. humph & manuelo are watching them & the chickadees with me.
so as i was walking up the drive this afternoon, having been to the mailbox (with a little label in it with my last name, two other surnames, and "mudville"), i was trying to think of other possible nicknames for the homestead, as i do sometimes. "maud's little acre" amused me for a minute, but it's not the one.
bert's already back out of his place & around the corner with zach. there's caroline, down the way, getting home from work with a bag of groceries. i like her. she's in the choral union that'll be doing st. matthew's passion end of next week.
the hunk of ground designated as going with this house is sort of a triangular dealie. maybe there's some name thing in that. i have maples & pines & lilacs, and an ancient apple tree. and raspberry patches, and a mess of other stuff. it can get kind of overgrown, the way i keep it. and it does get muddy.
hell, maybe it's just mudville, in celebration of the part of me that is sometimes inspired to get out there, shortly after the mud's come, to take out some of the dead stuff, and tell a little bit of the rest of it how to be, and make it so. exert domestic dominion at the domicile. it's a major stumbling block for me to tune into that spirit in making my home here the way i want it to be, inside even more than out. if i ever manage to manage to do so at this place, fer real, on a roll, with whatever joie de vivre, esprit de corps & je ne sais quoi it'll take to do it in more than dribs & drabs, with heart, that there'll be some joy in mudville.
there's that beautiful fat female cardinal. the girl goldfinch flew away. as the cardinal eats, chomping away with her little orange-red beak, it looks as if she's talking to me.
and jimi lee's getting after her birdfeeders now.
still hard to believe i'll have these windows open again some day. if we live long enough, i told 'festo the other day. man, i bet he'll be, like, whoa, i remember this, i was just a little kid. or at least i'll be like that, looking at him.
the vicarious thing---it's a curse, and it's a blessing.
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Date: Mar. 11th, 2008 10:23 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: Mar. 12th, 2008 02:55 pm (UTC)God's little toys
God's little rugrats
God's Little People Puppet Ministry
God's little reignbow's [ughh!]
God's little paintbrushes
God's little cowboy
God's Little Joke [that's more like it]
God's little princess
God's Little Remnant Keeping their Garments Clean in an Evil Day [????]
God's Little Chopsticks [this one's from Mother Jones] ["Every day, Mitsubishi cuts down 100-year-old aspen forests to make 8 million disposable eating utensils for you and me...."]
God's Little Book of Guarantees
God's Little Yellow Pages
God's Little Instruction Book on Miscellaneous
God's Little Trojan Horse on Crutches [a review of a bio of a cable TV nun]
God's Little Monster [a movie]
God's Little Errand Boy [another bio of a religious figure]
God's Little Eskimo [indie folk band from Manchester]
God's Little Monkeys ["Like the Pogues, God's Little Monkeys blend Celtic folk with the drive and energy of rock roll. The band formed in York, England as Malcolm's Interview,...."]
God's Little Soldiers International, a Christian boys choir
God's Little Corner, a rental cabin in Pigeon Forge, Tennessee
God's Little Acura [story in the KC free weekly, The Pitch, about a pie-in-the-sky used car]
eBay Express PRECIOUS MOMENTS "God's Little Miracle" Ultrasound Baby Nursery Décor [sadly no longer up for auction/gawking]
God's Little Chew Toy [some guy's designation for a certain kind of coworker]
geez, i've gotta stop. 20 pages of hits is enough. galleys call my name.
just one more:
Cupcakes: God's Little Somethin' Somethin' For Me. I looove cupcakes.
[somebody's blog post that includes a picture of this piece of specialized Tupperware:
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Date: Mar. 12th, 2008 01:54 am (UTC)and thanks for pretending it's my house too. it sounds like the higher ups think it's natural to be homesteady. it feels to me like that thinking creates a contradiction, but then what do it know. maybe it's one of those things when they are checking how well you can project into the future, when you (must) want to be homesteady.
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Date: Mar. 12th, 2008 06:16 pm (UTC)p.s.
Date: Mar. 12th, 2008 06:18 pm (UTC)Re: p.s.
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