. . . because I am here and does it ever feel delicious.
Boo-yah and boy-howdy and all other queerbait expressions I use to say 'wow'-- it would be way too much for me to try and sum up the past few days so I'll stay true to my slackass wench ways and not even attempt such a thing.
I am home in Providence. There are a few inches of winter on the ground, but it is sunny and not cold so we have called a truce, Snow and I.
If I had to try and describe my state of being in this moment, all I could tell you that this song is on constant repeat in my head.
The chorus, over and over and over (and over and over).
Since I am in such a dreamy, lost in light state of mind which generally equates to complete incoherence, all I can do is clarify what I know for sure:
1. My immediate future holds many hours of laundry and house cleaning.
2. I am half-way done with my double-dog dare and it feels like this little system might actually help me succeed with those small things I want to do so much, but keep putting off.
3. JONATHA BROOKE at Lincoln Center with the most unbelievable backdrop, surrounded by my dearest friends-- it will be a night I will never forget and am still trying absorb. Go to Jonatha's blog (click on her name) to see photos. Here is the New York Times review-- it was sensational, sublime. I am blessed to have been able to attend.
Getting ferklempt-- more photos from this morning's walk while I pull myself together.
I have a bunch of links collected for you, but will share next post-- it's all just too much for me today.