10 December 2018

10/365

wednesday**

things I did on the last day of 47:

overslept
went to a thousand grocery stores
actually, two
bought cake flour, red food coloring, buttermilk 
wondered how many years I have been baking this cake
looked at my eyes in the mirror
googled eye cream
looked at my neck in the mirror
googled neck cream
did a thousand loads of laundry
literally a thousand
actually, seven
actually think seven might as well be a thousand
wondered how my laundromat is still in business
counted the number of machines marked out of order
counted eight
stepped over a washing machine turned on its side, guts and wires spilled out
wondered if they've given up
listened to a couple argue in russian
listened to the sound of my friend's voice
wondered what I would have done without her this year
cut onions and garlic nice and fine
taught ezra how to saute
contemplated vacuuming
decided against it
looked at the haircut I gave myself
I mean really looked at it
apologized to my hair
put fresh sheets on the bed
felt victorious
surveyed the mountain of towels and clothes yet to be folded
felt defeated
took a hot shower with the lights off
thanked my body for another year
thanked my skin, my muscles and bones
apologized for the many ways in which I have mistreated them
promised to do better this year 
meant it
chose the polaroid of the lovely laundromat above
chose it knowing full well it looks nothing like my sad, dirty laundromat
posted it anyway
wondered what tomorrow's list will look like
wondered what 48 holds

09 December 2018

9/365

cargo

seen at the mall today:

$200 face cream
a canary yellow fur coat
the world's smallest magic 8 ball
all the dresses I wore in the nineties
santa claus

08 December 2018

8/365

small pleasures, part one:

french fries
old photographs
the first page of a new book
sweaters that feel like blankets
sap pinched from the ends of christmas tree branches
handwritten letters
naps

07 December 2018

7/365


I would not be mad if, in a strange turn of events, santa claus turned out to be a real, living guy who, in an even stranger turn of events, hand-delivered one of the following items to my home in the dead of night:

these roller skates
this record album
this bicycle
this book
this camera

note: this is really just an updated version of a christmas wish list my fourth grade self made, though that one probably also included a request for multiple tins of village lip lickers and a dramatic plea for a mister microphone

06 December 2018

6/365

things I worried about today:

financial aid for ava
an impending deadline 
the strange sound the kitchen faucet makes
the strange sound my computer cord makes
ways I've failed as a parent
ways in which I am unable to properly adult
cancer, all of the cancers, always


05 December 2018

5/365

things I didn't see coming:

donald trump
the return of mom jeans
the love I have for my reading glasses

(well okay I sort of saw donald trump coming)

04 December 2018

4/365

things I wish I had at my house:

a washer
a dryer
a washer with a dryer stacked on top
a dryer with a washer stacked on top
literally anything vaguely resembling a washer
also, I would like a dryer

03 December 2018

3/365

because, christmas

things that got me through monday:

sunlight for breakfast
clementines for lunch
this song on the radio 
the little forest that lives on the mantle 
the piece of cheesecake I remembered I'd hid in the back of the refrigerator
the comedy that is the haircut I gave myself a few days ago
the christmas tree we brought home tonight
the way the house smells right now, right this second

02 December 2018

2/365

things found in the garage today:

a handful of seashells
an inordinate amount of empty boxes
the missing christmas records
a pair of tiny pink sneakers that once belonged to ava
a letter I wrote to myself back in february

01 December 2018

1/365

color//colour orange

on this first day of december:

banana bread, baked
christmas decorations, considered
furniture, moved
hairs, cut
dishes, washed
rain, appreciated
couch, sunk into

hello december



ready for you, december. ready for all of your things.