For the past hour+ a guy has been in the kitchen working to repair the dishwasher. (Call me intuitive, but am thinking the reason this is taking a bit longer than it should is due to his need to go out and have a cigarette every 11 minutes . . . )
And so, as I have finished all I can do sitting here and need to be down at the office– but I can’t go to the office until he has the eighteen hundred THOUSAND pieces all over my kitchen floor (and a drenching of water on my rug sorted– you know, accidents happen) back into his tool kit or into the dishwasher or wherever they go . .
Rock. My. World.
I am thinking there is something going on here— the giant changes in my food (no carbs, no sugars) seems to have crazy good effect on my well-being and energy.
Whatever it is– I am gonna ride this wave as long as I can.
This is decidedly odd. If you were to see the space behind my apartment, you might most generously call it a bit “ghetto” as there are abandoned BBQ grills in the grass, sheets of weathered plywood leaning about haphazardly and a one-wheeled wheelbarrow on its head, gently rusting through the seasons.
And yet, at this time, for the third year in a row there is a plant that absolutely dazzles me.
I love it so much and want so much to capture its color, its light and once again, it has thwarted me.
It defies my lens.
I share it, regardless.
*in the event, inquiring minds want to know— I wash my dishes by hand 99% of the time — but when I have people over, dinner parties, etc– I like to use the machine — seeing as it is just sitting there wanting to fulfill its life calling . ..