It’s four in the morning, and of course it’s raining again, I’m too tired to listen to the radio or feed the dogs or boil water for my coffee, and I’m too tired to bang out a single sentence, even if I could think of one.
Once when my daughter was about three she asked me if I was "there when the egg broke." I was making dinner, and I looked up to ask what she meant since I wasn't using eggs. She asked again if I was there when the egg broke - the one that was her body before it became her body. And I thought about it for a second and then I started laughing because, uh, yeah...I was very much there. But this is why I love spending time with little kids, they are so curious, and they ask the best questions. They aren't pursuing happiness, they're just immersed in whatever they're doing. So basically we knew everything we needed to know in kindergarten, and we should all be hanging out with little kids, dogs, and you. Duh.
One of the things I love about you ius your curiosity and exploritative nature. You're an eighty-something six-year-old. Never boring. Always fun. Your grandkids must get such a kick out of you.
We are fortunate in our house to have known the previous owner, and through her, all about the other owners who preceded her. When our dogs stare with great intensity at what appears to be nothing, I am certain they’re looking at the ghosts of those who came before us and I like to think of it as the dogs letting the ghosts know we continue to be stewards of their past.
I didn't know Doubt meant two. The first analysis about Doubt I learned from Louise Hay. Now you got me thinking more about Doubt. Must jot some things down.
While we measure out our lives in coffee spoons, and women in violet tell us 'I've someone here from the other side who likes baking', and I eat sausages worrying about what they might truly be - hoping pigs quite like hanging out here briefly in skin - reading Abigail Thomas I hear my mother say, 'what? Mortal? Oh no darling, not I. Not a woman like me'.
I tossed Facebook in the bin a while ago, and you were one of the people I missed there, even though you didn't post often or at all toward the end of my time there. And here you are. I am so so glad to be here where you are. Thanks for sending out your words, Abigail. I am sure you don't remember me, but you encouraged me a great deal with my writing hopes once upon a time.
Wonderful - and a memory of a brief poem from Dorothy Parker came to me: Four be the things I'd been better without/Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
You are 💯 right about the peripheral vision thing AND about dogs knowing stuff. As always, love your writing and quirky thoughts. Always, always comforting to read xo
“He used to slide out of bed in the middle of the night and take a walk through the house. “ love that line. The whole thing has that feel. And it’s funny.
Once when my daughter was about three she asked me if I was "there when the egg broke." I was making dinner, and I looked up to ask what she meant since I wasn't using eggs. She asked again if I was there when the egg broke - the one that was her body before it became her body. And I thought about it for a second and then I started laughing because, uh, yeah...I was very much there. But this is why I love spending time with little kids, they are so curious, and they ask the best questions. They aren't pursuing happiness, they're just immersed in whatever they're doing. So basically we knew everything we needed to know in kindergarten, and we should all be hanging out with little kids, dogs, and you. Duh.
Love this…!
One of the things I love about you ius your curiosity and exploritative nature. You're an eighty-something six-year-old. Never boring. Always fun. Your grandkids must get such a kick out of you.
We are fortunate in our house to have known the previous owner, and through her, all about the other owners who preceded her. When our dogs stare with great intensity at what appears to be nothing, I am certain they’re looking at the ghosts of those who came before us and I like to think of it as the dogs letting the ghosts know we continue to be stewards of their past.
Reading your thoughts always makes me smile!!! :)
I didn't know Doubt meant two. The first analysis about Doubt I learned from Louise Hay. Now you got me thinking more about Doubt. Must jot some things down.
I want one of those dictionaries!
While we measure out our lives in coffee spoons, and women in violet tell us 'I've someone here from the other side who likes baking', and I eat sausages worrying about what they might truly be - hoping pigs quite like hanging out here briefly in skin - reading Abigail Thomas I hear my mother say, 'what? Mortal? Oh no darling, not I. Not a woman like me'.
I tossed Facebook in the bin a while ago, and you were one of the people I missed there, even though you didn't post often or at all toward the end of my time there. And here you are. I am so so glad to be here where you are. Thanks for sending out your words, Abigail. I am sure you don't remember me, but you encouraged me a great deal with my writing hopes once upon a time.
Wonderful - and a memory of a brief poem from Dorothy Parker came to me: Four be the things I'd been better without/Love, curiosity, freckles, and doubt.
Oh this is so perfect. Almost touching on something. Like trying to remember that dream. It escapes, yet lingers.
Thanks, Cornelius! How are you and Sarah? So happy you’re here!
You are 💯 right about the peripheral vision thing AND about dogs knowing stuff. As always, love your writing and quirky thoughts. Always, always comforting to read xo
“He used to slide out of bed in the middle of the night and take a walk through the house. “ love that line. The whole thing has that feel. And it’s funny.
I love you and your mind workings Abigail, they do reflect mine such a lot. X
Good gawdess. I love you Abigail Thomas.
Love Dave staring into the abyss. My Roxy does the same and I wonder what I'm missing.