Thalia scrolls through possibilities. “Ahhh-buhhhn-dance!”
“Blessing —” Urania juggles a contradiction, “and curse.”
“‘Twas the best… and worst… of times,” Calliope nicks a line from Dickens, “dancing on the knife’s edge.”
It’s not what you look at that matters, it’s what you see.
~Henry David Thoreau
A note from LoveLetterist:
A new washing machine is being delivered this afternoon.
For more than a year my family has tolerated the scream of a wonky spin cycle because...
of indecision?
Top or Front Loader?
Size?
Color?
Brand?
Last week at the big box store I closed my eyes and pointed. (kinda)
Yesterday the muses and I sat at studio's table and culled thoughts and ideas for Book 5.
Nia folded a paper into tiny squares and made notes for images and pages while Thalia spilled props onto images and eyed them for appeal.
What has felt like chaos is taking shape.
We need both
to write...
the chapters of our lives.
Indeed, an unenviable yet enviable pairing. Our dishwasher has begun making grating sounds when in use! To sift through what’s out there? 😳 As they get quieter and quieter, I won’t be surprised if high end models don’t offer selections of listening modes.
Enviable? Knowing the difference between chaos and concordance.