Honey Chain

my snow boots have velcro closures. they’re very convenient for late night dog walks because i don’t have to be awake to put them on. the other day i took them off after coming in with the dogs. my back entryway is very tiny and then you have to walk up a couple stairs to get into the kitchen. pal managed to get too close to the velcro which latched onto his hair. when he went to run up the stairs the boot stuck to his side and pulled him back down. pal has a hangup about stairs. he must do the whole set or he can’t do them at all. he refuses to use the stairs now. i’m pretty sure i’m going to have to get new snow boots.

Your Anti Climactic Fortune

Deep into your future, I forsee: Burnt cookies

The Anti Climactic Fortune Teller

this week, i am grateful for…carbohydrates…books…ted…bubble baths…handkerchiefs with embroidery on them…mismatched china…tea cozies…vintage dish towels…the second hand store…old pictures of relatives i don’t know…

i have curtain fever. everywhere i look i see curtains that would look just perfect in the kitchen or maybe in my bedroom or… and then i think “oooh, i could make something like that.” i’ve only made curtains once but i’m really excited about the idea of making curtains for the house. i say idea cuz i don’t know that actually making curtains will be as fun as i’m imagining it. i will be keeping notes on stores that carried good curtains just in case. my only problem now is figuring out what they used to hang curtains in my house. most of the windows wrap around a corner. are there special rods or do you just find a really, really long one and bend it?

once the spiders have vacated the premises, which will be happening any minute i’m sure, i will have to turn my basement into a quaint little garden apartment. i’m looking at my basement and all the stuff strewn about. guess what? i’m not seeing quaint little garden apartment. i’m seeing the pets and i trying to escape with our lives. okay, maybe it’s not that bad. it could be very nice if i put a little elbow grease into it. can you hear my whining? good thing it’s really cold. the basement is way too cold for me to live in right now. i can move very slowly for a little while longer.

after living with me for a couple of years, i’m sure the spiders know that i am allergic to pesticides. they are not afraid of me. so i casually mentioned to misty, as we were walking through the basement to check on the furnace filter supply, that the cats really love to eat spiders and they’re trying very hard to get into the basement. then i posted this memo:

dear spiders,

GET OUT!!!!

and have a nice day.

i’m sure they are packing their tiny little bags right now.

this just in:

kiki realizes if she is going to live in the basement during the upstairs fixin’ upathon that she will actually have to live. in. the. basement. WITH THE SPIDERS! she is inconsolable. friends and family say they have called dr.phil.

Attention is an act of connection. We look from where we are to what is all around us. In doing so, we discover where we are at. The “I” that connects becomes the “eye of the beholder.” We see something, we notice it, we feel this way or that about it. When we feel we are at zero, we are never at zero. We are at the point of connection, the tiny vanishing point of consciousness where the “I” is born. We are, perhaps, the tiny dot on the “i” before we capitalize it and make something of ourselves.

~ Julia Cameron