Sometimes
Sometimes, I feel mute, like I have nothing to say. (Pick yourselves up off the floor. Remove your hands from your gaping mouths. It doesn’t happen often.)
Sometimes.
It happens.
Last night was surreal. Strange, almost. I walked outside in August to find………cool? For almost an hour, I sat it my lime green swing on the upstairs porch. In the waning light, I let the – really – teasing chill caress my face. Back and forth, I bobbed while I read. Up and back, the soft, uncluttered air blanked my slate, froze my brain.
Sometimes.
The unexpected is the only thing we crave.
Too Much is Just Enough: Unexpected Pleasures
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The sky is green, the oceans are yellow, trees have chickens growing in them, turtles and fly and Queen A is speechless. OH MY!!! It’s going to be an upside down day for sure.
Last night was pretty nice after so many days of evenings in the upper 80′s, ’twas an excellent evening for contemplation…..so we went to Juanita Greenbergs and mused upon the paradox.
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Haha. You are SO funny, Lou. In other strange news, I slept almost 12 hours straight without waking up, and I cannot remember the last time I did that.
I guess Juanita’s is a good place to contemplate the meaning of things. I hope you and TK enjoyed it.
We did enjoy Juanuta’s, good for a quick bite and a Yummy Corona.
We almost never eat at the one downtown, but the new one over your way looks great.
There goes Lou, doing those drugs again. Why doesn’t he ever share?
If we can ever coordinate our lunch, maybe he will……..
Empty? I think not. Concentrated would be a better word….or maybe distilled?
Tired. Tired, and trying to do the unexpected.
Concentrated? Or constipated? Authorial constipation….
Another favorite. So many ways to connect to things. Words…Sometimes they mean more when we use them less. Sometimes I think it is like leaving the TV on when you are home alone or sleeping. Not actually paying it any real attention, just something to mask the deafening silence.
With that in mind, I am thankful to come here time after time and be reminded what a wonderful, weird journey this is. Namaste, Andra…
I often play music and then don’t listen to it. Just leave it there in the background and do whatever I meant to do. Hope we get another one of those lovely nights tonight.
But I won’t expect it.
I am not sure which is more startling, Andra with nothing to say, or having a cool evening. I went to bed around 12:30 am and it was still 97 degrees here in Dallas Texas. I think someone turned the oven on and forgot to turn it off here. I am looking forward to coming back to Charleston Monday night and maybe I will get lucky and experience that cool evening as well.
I hope you are having a good time, James. I have enjoyed your photos.
Embrace the unexpected.
Amen.
Hallelujah
Preach it.
Last night walking out of the pizza place in Summerville, we couldn’t believe how cool it had become!
Sitting on the porch in the night, with no lights on, sharing stories with friends and or family is one of my most longed for and dreamed about activity. The dark encourages confidence and sharing. The gentle breezes and night noises encourage the feeling of closeness.
A porch swing in the evening is pretty danged close to heaven.
I love your porch, Cheryl. It is pretty danged close to heaven.
Thanks, anytime you want to visit, just let me know. I’m still trying to figure out how to add a cot out there so when the wind is just right, and the frogs are singing, that I can sleep out there.
MTM has the base to build me a swinging bed for the upstairs piazza. That would be a most excellent idea for your porch – a swinging bed. I will have to let you see it when he is done.
This is kind of what I imagine having out on the porch with a mattress (old style, more like a futon than spring mattress.)
http://store.colemans.com/cart/swedish-bed-frame-p-1910.html
Or this one. http://store.colemans.com/cart/bed-folding-frame-us-gi-p-320.html But the Swedish one seems better…
A swinging bed would be awesome. Though would probably have to be a “single” as there’s hardly room for the large ones I’ve seen at people’s houses.
I love both of those options. And, following the links gave me my blog post for tomorrow. So, thank you.
I definitely think you could do a single on your screened porch. Just imagine. Rock. And read. And sleep. And sip. And, ahem.
It’s that ahhhhhem that sounds interesting in addition to reading and swinging.
Why, I believe that the “ahem” is just clearing her throat so she can tell us a story. Uh huh, and I’m the Green Lantern.
…………;)
“Up and back, the soft, uncluttered air blanked my slate, froze my brain.”
I think that’s the nicest sentence I’ve read all day.
I hope it helped you enjoy the beach.
Looking forward to seeing you this week!! xo
Always knew you were a closet swinger.
Oh my. Funny post coming! Funny post coming! Tomorrow! And, it will be YOUR fault………
We had the same type of weather where I live too last night. Summer is okay, but I LOVE autumn! The types of days when the sun is still hot enough to warm your face, but the air is crisp enough you need to dig out your sweater and a pair of knitting needles!!!!!
That’s autumn? Here, it is still hell-hot until mid-October, but I might get to wear my sweaters by the new year. I sometimes wish I lived in a place with real seasons. I have never lived in a place where it snows, which means I can’t drive in it and am totally unequipped to do all the house and car things. I would probably have a nervous breakdown in a week. But, it is nice to ponder.
I live for moments like that. I’ve learned to embrace having nothing to say… the filling up period is just as important.
And, still I manage to blab. Sigh.