Lots of things have happened in the past two weeks.
My family’s toaster got hungrier than usual and ate a whole slice of bread. We turned him over to try to cause regurgitation but he only sneezed some unwanted burnt crumbs over the counter and my dad had to perform an emergency surgery. A friend gave me one of her ukuleles, my brother walked me through how to read a sheet that includes picking (though I forget the name of that kind of music sheet, sorry bro, what a failure I am), and so I’ve started playing the first line of Here Comes the Sun. That was until a visiting friend showed up and lived in the perpetual state of leaving tomorrow and we played games every day, seemingly all day.
My brother and his wife moved close enough to become day visits instead of a weeklong roadtrip destination. I’ve been in the car driving between siblings’ apartments, hobby stores, and home so much it’s added up to eight hours. I’ve been carrying around a notebook and scribbling down brilliant notes like “cherry pit etiquette” and “nose like a garlic bulb.” I’ve added three more artists with gorgeous styles to my list of favorites (Dean Stuart, Pascal Campion, Holly Wurburton) and somehow I’ve reached 200 followers…?
I was too busy to do anything last week but be shocked and consult the opinions of friends over coffee while lounging on a old white leather chesterfield couch I fell in love with that springs up and down like a mattress. In the dark gold edged light inside an old church that is perched on a hill beside a river splitting states I asked what I should do because I was overwhelmed with how to handle it. They said I should do something I’ve always wanted to do, essentially something fun, big, and celebratory.
There are many things I want to do (e.g. be in a musical, travel to Europe, have a private art studio, paint a mural, roadtrip with a friend) but none of them truly apply here.
I honestly have so many things I want to share which is why sometimes I have such a hard time finishing and publishing posts. Weird words, amazing artists you need to stalk, music you need to hear, recent readings and why you should fawn over them too, movies I wish I had written, more poetry exercises, random ramblings, recent art things to inspire you, things dedicated to people I’ve met, collabs with people I know, and so much more, but today is not the day to share all of the above.
Instead we’ll throw our makeshift confetti (whether it be leaves, a deck of 52 cards, crumbs from our toaster, or dumping out our local supply of thousands of forgotten paper punches dwelling in the dark abyss of the school room paper puncher.)
And I’m opening up the floor for questions. You may ask anything from the health of my family’s toaster to my current works in progress, from poetry to novels to art to aspects of my blog, to what you’ve wondered about me (those I may or may not answer haha) and I’ll answer them next week.
Happy Friday, 200!