winter windowsill{she}
it's been a long time . . .
i shouldn't have left you
without a dope beat to step to
{ aaliyah, ft. timbaland }
it HAS been a long time. i was blissfully engrossed in the 4-day weekend that came with Thanksgiving and the general sloth therein. i slept. i ate. i tried to do a really hard puzzle my mom and grandma were working on and got frustrated. i slept some more. then i ate. like i said, it was blissful and it was engrossing.
then Sunday came, that damned harbinger of Mondays & fluorescent lighting, and with it the blustery, rainy, bone-chilling snow. i was rudely awoken from my drowsy esprit des vacances and forced to face the facts: work. again. tomorrow. [boo.]
some recent happenings:
- the power adapter for my laptop suddenly developed a short, so although the charger still WORKS, the cord connecting the charger to my computer DOESN'T. $80 later, i'm once again ready to surf the high tides of cyberspace . . . wait, i still don't have the blessed Internet at my apartment. in my rudely-awoken haze of disgruntledness, setting up Internet so i can use it for the 32 minutes i'm home and awake just doesn't seem worth it.
- watched Miss Pettigrew Lives for a Day. not bad, but not as good as i was hoping. the costumes and interiors are fantastic, though. and Frances McDormand was very endearing.
- forgot my strawberry yogurt this morning. TRAGEDY.
- received a beloved package in the mail last night - transcendental experience followed. more on this later.
- actually received two packages last night - and started my Christmas gift stash! if i don't keep it all together, when it comes time for wrapping and mailing i'll never be able to locate it all. i'm excited about giving this year --- and not just materially speaking. this year, deep & precious encounters with hearts old & new have renewed my faith in giving that greatest gift, a "portion of thyself" (emerson).
keep warm friends, and if you'd like,
tell me about something someone has given you this year.
it doesn't have to be something huge.
could be something as small as:
an envelope in the mail
a hand on your shoulder
a look across the room
a silent & lasting vow
an envelope in the mail
a hand on your shoulder
a look across the room
a silent & lasting vow
sometimes the smallest, most unexpected things
can be life-changing.
can be life-changing.
5 comments:
i watched miss pedigrew last week and thought it was pretty cute...do love francis.
jsl made me a compilation CD and cover a couple months back, and i have pinned it up to my wall. it's the perfect realization of my dreams - it's a girl in an amazing outfit orgaizing books on a ladder.
swooon.
small indeed.
but now, when i close my eyes and see booklings, i see that.
hello chere booklingette. you watched Pettigrew too! i actually really liked it. maybe it was amy adams's over-the-top sweetness that grated on me eventually. what is it about elegant, british, old-person love that's so heartwarming?
ah. yes. from anthropologie's catalogues, no doubt. you: mme. fashionable bookling. dressed to the T for shelving and the like. nothing is more perfect.
this is EXACTLY the type of small, yet so meaningful thing i was hoping to hear about. thanks for starting us off so well.
i thought miss pettigrew was quite fun. though i'm pretty sure amy adams will in my head always be a disney character come to life.
i'm not sure this is giving, but it's meaningful:
during one of our many trips to target (tar-jay) i was in a grocery aisle trying to locate an item when a little fit of coughing came upon me. M, who had been of searching for another item and was attempting to find me amongst all the aisles, quickly appeared from around the corner, "I knew it was your cough!"
and so my heart did melt. he knows me.
lindsay: i haven't seen Enchanted, so i guess i don't have that in my head - yet. i've heard it's good though...
hey now, you don't have to spell out the French pronunciation of Target to ME. i didn't coin it, but you know i've said that forever! and, i'm a francophile...
i like your story a lot. i'm just trying to picture the blond giant careening around the corner to the sound of his miniature wife's hacking...and it's making me smile :)
(p.s. "and so my heart did melt"? who says that??)
oh don't worry, i was hardly adding the pronunciation for you, more for other readers so that they'd know how it sounded in my head.
as for the p.s. apparently i say that when i'm feeling sentimental - who knew?!
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