Wednesday, December 21, 2005
Joy
I just stumbled upon this little number:
"Necktie"
His hands flutter like birds,
each with a fancy silk ribbon
to weave into their nest,
as he stood at the mirror
dressing for work, waving hello
to himself with both hands.
--Ted Kooser
Sweet! Reminds me of a certain other poet I'm currently swooning over.
The last few days here have been frustrating. While those around me kick feet up on desks, crack open books, and/or wander idly around the office chatting, I'm left to, ur, work. If there weren't such a backlog (thanks predecessors), I'd be right there w/ 'em. But there is, so I'm not. Think I'll self-reward and take off early today, get a headstart on the walk home. Did it last night, and the journey was surprisingly pleasant--and at only an hour, shorter than I'd imagined. The streets were clogged, but the sidewalks I walked down were oddly as-usual. Typical post-work volume by the looks of it.
I'm anxious to get home, as I have a h-o-t date w/ a selection of holiday tunes, a pile of card stock, some crazyass glitter, a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, and a hopeful batch of yet-unmade peanut butter thumbprint cookies. I'm doing my damndest to rein in that hope, however, considering a pretty hopeless assortment of (makeshift, all makeshift) baking gear. Ziploc-turned-mixing bowl, anyone? I'm on thin ice.
I miss you, Pea.
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sweet poem, and image of you tonight with cards and ziplock mixing bowl at-the-ready :)
so cute!
It didn't happen! I finished my Xmas shopping instead. Tonight though, me and that Ziploc bowl for sure. I'll bring you some/one.
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