Thursday, October 20, 2016

Lighter Than Air

33 and two weeks, now.

We all know that Ferris Bueller know, that line about life moving rather rapidly and how you need to decelerate occasionally otherwise you won't take notice of it? Turns out ol' Johnny boy was on to something, because holy cats these past few years have gone fast. When I started this blog I was a swingin' single borderline alcoholic; now I've got the greatest wife in the world and I drink to add some zest to life instead of to numbing myself to it. My apartment, though full of Halo and laughter, was devoid of the pitter-patter of little furry feet; now I have two cats following me everywhere I go. My creative output was limited; now I make art with awesome people and there's a restaurant menu in Wisconsin with my work in its menu and on its walls.

(Not linking that one, but if you do find it, order the cheese curds).

The days are like water, but they're by and large good days.

On the note of speed: Starbucks was, by design, fast. We never made kitty-cat-cappucinos or frappucinos with colors layered like coffee tequila sunrises; we never had the time. So imagine how surprised I was by MoonDollars's cold brew. I used to brew new urns of coffee every 8 minutes (the beepbeep-beepbeep-beepbeep of the timer is forever burned into my brain), I could not conceive of any employees spending 20 hours on anything, much less a single cup of coffee. Something tells me it's not as good as what my more coffeephilic friends would drink, but it's always nice to see a company just...take a minute on something. Coffee brews pretty fast; if you don't stop and smell the beans once in a while, you could miss it.

This is the last of Jess's postcards. It's a little late (time went by at way more than 431 km an hour), but I'd still like to thank her for them.

Friday, September 30, 2016

Unfinished Business

There's an Ikea shelf in the corner.

It's hiding behind the two boxes full of Christmas decorations that necessitate its ownership.

Since it's behind the boxes, I keep forgetting it's there. Since I keep forgetting it's there, there it remains. Every few days or so I see it, remind myself to drill the holes and turn the screws, and forget it all again the second I walk out the door.

I'm sure I'll do it later. Until then, the cats get to climb on the boxes and pull my ties off the rack we already installed.

"I'll do it later." Poisonous words for the creative mind; pure ambrosia for the distractible one. Well, later's here now, much later, although in my defense I've been up to quite a lot in the meantime.

Let's put up that shelf.

Three more postcards. Then I'll have either finally finished this blog or I'll have started something new with it. So join me, everybody, and let's go back in time...

Did you ever tell your parents, Jess? If my daughter were a Female General, I think I'd want to know.

I generally go through these same motions when I leave the apartment. Because of my sense of drama!

...Also because I routinely forget my keys.