oh me too

and then more of it

“what the living do” by marie howe

also this poem

omg my eyes

why are my eyes so tired, all the time. in other news, i have a paper due tonight (light use of the word “paper”), but i’m only about 25% of the way done with it and it’s due in an hour, so — of course, a blog post. some things:

• got a new fridge, and it’s surprisingly great? i weighed in none on the choice, besides saying that the wirecutter recommended LG fridges. our old fridge’s light no longer worked, so the new fridge’s working light feels like a BIG step up. also somehow the new fridge allows you to see everything IN the fridge? which honestly — also great.
• we ALSO ordered a new couch — we sat on this couch once in someone’s apartment and felt like we landed on a cloud and immediately wrote to the apartment owner and said, WHAT IS THIS COUCH, WE MUST ACQUIRE. and she sent us the details but then we got scared and thought maybe it was too small and too white for us and additionally we had no money. but two years later, after looking at so many couches, we bought the tiny cloud couch. i honestly feel like flying with joy! it comes in december! by comes, i mean, ross has to drive to austin to pick it up.
• i bought this tote bag today on a whim even though i have literally 800 tote bags but i’m VERY pleased. it does support a non-profit, if that makes it less stupid.

there’s more but i really have to write this dumb paper. i bid you all good night

this pair, part deux

i’ve had this photo on my computer for YEARS

this pair

trouble
(also would wear either of these outfits)

stephen hayes

Stephen Hayes, Following Our Fates Where They Lead, 2021, oil on canvas on panel, 30 x 30”. Courtesy of Elizabeth Leach Gallery.

i could live on xanax???

i mean honestly i could? could i? i think so, right? or would i get used to it and have to just take 1000 pills. but honestly it really helps combat stress and makes me SLIGHTLY chiller [the two times i take it yearly]. instead, i’m staring at one of those giant cold/hot patches i bought, trying to figure out how to put it on my neck and back without accidentally placing it in my hair. IN OTHER BORING NEWS, today was a weird emo day, one coworker out sick, the other working from home (from emotional distress), so i was working alone, which is actually fine, but then WFH coworker came in and wanted to chat about the emotional distress, which gets ME frazzled cuz she just wants to talk like we’re relaxing on hammocks, but meanwhile i have one million things to do. later one of our nice board members brought me homemade strawberry sorbet (!) and this nice older gent came in and we talked about his home that he’d just sold where he and his first wife lived for 28 years (they were married for 44) and then she passed away and how life has its ups and downs but ultimately it’s beautiful.

(in other news, let’s be frank, are real estate agents on the slightly evil side of the spectrum? i can’t see how they’re helping gentrification issues exactly…though i know it’s more complex than that.)

THE END, GOOD NIGHT, I MUST NOW READ FOR COLLEGE

A Photographer’s Parents Wave Farewell

my favorite thing i’ve seen in awhile — the photo series “A Photographer’s Parents Wave Farewell”

CONTAINS:

look, i know marshmallows contain gelatin but i just have never seen it writ quite so plain before