Everyone, i would like to say that i am sorry to disappoint.
On all individual accounts. On all broad-ranging fronts.
It has been ** days since my past blog-fession.
I have virtually abandoned my Etsy account; a lovely little fling (that i do not regret, by any means). I may re-activate it later. we shall see.
I have burned more bubbles in my skin, from not wearing enough UV protective layers. To my body, i apologize the most.
I have not kept up correspondences with my people.
I have painted bad pictures, and painter worse ones over them.
I have attempted to write a story. again. A repeating sin...someday i'll give it up.
I have gone to work with a hearty passion to perform with strength and efficiency;
Whilst, I return to my home with a glazed-over gait, stacking big plates on top the smaller ones in sheer laziness.
I have sat for hours to repair this abandoned perennial bed, digging the noxiously connected roots with a slow enjoyment...instead of calling, or writing, or blogging.
I have rejected a documentary, within the first five minutes. It was about the atom bomb and made me furious, wrathful. (No more "footage" please, shock-doc-jerks!)
I have rejected all Louisville Coffee-shops, though i've only tried one of them. It felt temporary and inferior.
I have carried my plants in and out, in and out of the appartment between the sun and the wind and snow. they are going to be all splotchy and imbalanced at maturity.
But...
Has it really only been two weeks since I moved to this new town?
Where are all my favorite places to curl into the worn carpet? where is the heavily-beaten jogging trail and the alleyways full of strange and awful, city crap? Where is Happy Gate chinese take-out? Where is the noise?
crawling back to normal here.
and it may take some time.
