30 May 2012
pink walls and safety pins
when it rains, it pours. no work for weeks and weeks and now there's so much we are swimming in it. of course, this is good news but it's all come at once and now there's much head spinning and stress dreaming and gnashing of teeth. well, no gnashing of teeth. well, maybe a little gnashing of teeth.
the truth is that I'm prone to silliness when the workload hits a fever pitch. I feel compelled to organize the safety pins by size or begin eleven new books or bake a complicated cake from scratch. and people, I will always stop and photograph a dirty pink wall. always. no matter what kind of rush I'm in.
but you know what really gets me through the crazy? the promise of you know what. the promise of summer. so close I can almost taste it. sorry, pink wall. sorry but summer sort of trumps you. don't take it personally or anything. summer trumps everything.