Boo-yah and boy-howdy and all other queerbait expressions I use to say ‘wow’– it would be way too much for me to try and sum up the past few days so I’ll stay true to my slackass wench ways and not even attempt such a thing.
I am home in Providence. There are a few inches of winter on the ground, but it is sunny and not cold so we have called a truce, Snow and I.
The chorus, over and over and over (and over and over).
Since I am in such a dreamy, lost in light state of mind which generally equates to complete incoherence, all I can do is clarify what I know for sure:
1. My immediate future holds many hours of laundry and house cleaning.
2. I am half-way done with my double-dog dare and it feels like this little system might actually help me succeed with those small things I want to do so much, but keep putting off.
3. JONATHA BROOKE at Lincoln Center with the most unbelievable backdrop, surrounded by my dearest friends– it will be a night I will never forget and am still trying absorb. Go to Jonatha’s blog (click on her name) to see photos. Here is the New York Times review— it was sensational, sublime. I am blessed to have been able to attend.
Getting ferklempt— more photos from this morning’s walk while I pull myself together.