The sun is full on. The trees in this part of the world are still putting on a show of color that could cause a monk to weep.*
This means that she now believes 5 am is a really good time for me to get out of bed. She communicates this renewed philosophy of hers by nudging her snout into my face and licking my cheek, my arm, my hand — any flesh exposed above the covers.
I’ll be honest, it takes her a good twenty minutes to succeed in winning me over to the idea it would be more fun to get up than to let the day start without me. Of course, once I’m up — I’m totally grateful– the light in this apartment is insane.
Insane. I don’t know that I can ever move simply because of the light the living room gets.
And no, for those of you who emailed me — I am not buying a house any time soon.
I was thinking about it– hence the real estate explorations — but it just isn’t gonna happen for some time. I love Providence too much. My daily life here is too sweet. Yet, I wouldn’t want to buy a house here, I don’t want to live in the city forever– eventually, I want to be out in the fields, in a place with a bunch of acres, no streetlights and lots of room for gardens.
So, for the time being, I am here.
Feeling good. Rolling into the week. Things I also enjoyed this morning:
Don’t even ask me why this rocked me so much — Led Zeppelin is one of my most favorite bands ever, but this song I can hardly stand listening to– and yet, I wished I was in the room for this performance. Although it would have been TRULY awesome if the Wilson sisters had chosen Over the Hills and Far Away . . . oh god — I may have simply died.
So, guess I’m glad they let me live.
Also this (thx to Caterina!):
and nobody knows what the new rules are.
So make up your own rules.”
~ Neil Gaiman from his 2012 commencement address at
the Philadelphia University of the Arts
*no idea what that means, exactly. something about being overwhelmed by beauty, I guess. sometimes the things that roll off my fingertips make no sense to me either, fyi.