Tuesday, August 31, 2010

Love these booths

Love this song

I am feeling accomplished.

I am eating my lunch from my homemade dinner from last night that is phenomenal.  Spicy from red pepper flakes, fresh from the parsley and super savory from the sautéd broccoli and zucchini.  Yum! ANd I just finished my french homework which I just got on a rampage and was detailed and critiquing how Louis XIV thought a king should be....Boy do we have some conflicting ideas. 

I have a table and stools in my kitchn which I found on KSL and I ADORE.

I have a dining room table that is beautiful and so useful and storable.

I have a washer and dryer in my house. SWEET VICTORY.  Oh my lord my dreams have come true!

I aced my interview and was offered a part-time job at the Utah Education Association yesterday.

I have freshly baked Banana bread in my kitchen.

My kitchen has a perpetual smell of baked goods and freshly cooked trucs.

I am headed off to Bozeman tomorrow ro see my sister and Beau Frère....not exactly an accomplishment but the drive there will be. 

I have planned the garden for my backyard.

I have planned my schedule and I will be graduating in May. Sweet god of ice cream bless me sideways.

I have an electric Kettle in my House.   Ohhhhhh Cpoo.

Life is pretty fabulous, putains.

I used to do this exact thing in my field in Michigan.  I would run through the bourgamot and Queen Anne's Lace with my hands aching to touch every single bloom, but only light enough to brush and try to siphon a little bit of it's loveliness. I would stare at teh sky and get lost in my world of impossible and seemingly impossible things - which are my favorite things on which to spend thought.  I would roll around inf the tall grass and wonder why I didn't have a plot of grass for a mattress instead of my box spring (I now know why, bugs and longevity).  I used to get lost in this world on purpose in order to sense what was bigger than me.  I have now seen many, many, many things that are much larger than I, and I so long to return to that field and whisper my discoveries into the dandelions as I blow them into the sky.  I want to add to my nest of incubating ideas and notions in order to give nutrients to new ones. I will.

Claire Winter Gorton

----note: picture from the MoMA.


  1. note: Picture from the Momma. tee hee. j

  2. I love that painting, I've seen it in person and the blades of grass are breathtaking and overwhelming, to see them painted so finitely.

    Bless me sideways. Je t'adore.