Wednesday, June 11, 2014

oh, hey.

hey hey. so, it may be the 32oz dirty soda (gosh, I love saying/writing "dirty" in reference to sodas even though all it means it that they added lime and coconut to it) sugarbuzz talking, but I am feeling good today. it's warm outside, someone said that I looked skinny (lies, but keepem' coming, girlfriend!), we did direct object pronouns in french today (I love the look of accomplishment when the students get them right since they are the perfect amount of complicated especially in the past tense with placement, negation and the necessary gender accord. but, I am digressing like a geek.) and I have this good sort of bum burn from our hike into rock canyon last night with the boy scouts. it was fun listening to them talk about their video game adventures and getting a chance to break out the chacos that have been chilling in the closet for some time. oh, and those shoes last for.ev.er. if you're looking for a hiking sandal. okay, digressing again, but was this going anywhere anyway? not really. but, I say what happens here. hahahahaha. 

anyway, right now simon's laughing and blowing raspberries at our popcorn ceiling and phil came home early when his class was cancelled and is over there reading ibsen. life is calm. I know it won't always be this way, but I am grateful that it is today. a friend shared a poem with me and I love it and appreciate its perspective about life and what comes along. give it a read, perhaps? afterwards, enjoy the array of photos (in no particular order, of course) from the past week.

THE GUEST HOUSE
This being human is a guest house.
Every morning a new arrival.

A joy, a depression, a meanness,
some momentary awareness comes
as an unexpected visitor.

Welcome and entertain them all!
Even if they are a crowd of sorrows,
who violently sweep your house
empty of its furniture,
still, treat each guest honorably.
He may be clearing you out
for some new delight.

The dark thought, the shame, the malice.
meet them at the door laughing and invite them in.

Be grateful for whatever comes.
because each has been sent
as a guide from beyond.

-- Jelaluddin Rumi,
 translation by Coleman Barks


just toning some muscles over there in the kanga's pouch
we discovered that 2048 game. we no longer have time for friends. or showers.
ergo baby naps. we both ended up a little sweaty afterwards, but  I 
loved every sweet minute of it.
a midnight salad in bed? this may never happen again.
yeah, we're pretty tight with each other.
the soon-to-be pureed cause of baby gags.


so. many. mushrooms. I wrote a story about this adventure on my instagram
trying so hard to wear it down more often. 

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