For Keeps

I'm still on the moving train and it truly has been a ride of sorts.  Sifting through clutter and memories and dust. As items make their way into boxes, I've been noticing how much technology is effecting things we keep.

iTunes has replaced the 200 CD cases taking up a spot in my garage.
My iPad is beginning to replace my leather portfolio of past work.
My phone and my computer trying to replace stacks of photo scrapbooks.

In the motion and whirlwind of packing, those items find their places in a box quickly and I move to the next pile of crap needing a home.  But the scrapbooks are the only items that force me to slow down. To sit and reflect. To smile.

I like that.

Stuff.

I spent most of the weekend packing, aka throwing things away.  It's pretty amazing what one human being can accumulate in 8 years. I won't pretend there's anything fun about packing up an entire apartment, but I did realize I need to brush the dust off some things and start enjoying what I have. 


Hopefully in the next year, I'll:
Have more picnics.
Throw a few fondue parties.
Go scuba diving.
Make frozen margaritas.
Invite people over for espresso.

Hugs for Strangers

I worked at Bolivar Cafe until closing today and walked out with a nice old man who'd been working most of the afternoon.  As we started to cross the street together he asked, "I'm curious, why do you work here, in a coffee a shop, instead of an office?"

I explained what I was working on and then asked him the same.  He explained his wife had just passed away a few weeks ago and it was good for him to be in a place where people come and go, even if they were strangers.  Otherwise, he'd be pretty lonely at home.

My heart nearly melted on the sidewalk.

We chatted a little longer and went our separate ways.  I spent the rest of my walk home regretting not offering him a hug, but also convincing myself I didn't have much to be sad about.

Secrets

I was in a coffee shop today and ended up chatting with some strangers sharing my table.  At some point, Foster The People came up and they were talking about hearing them everywhere lately.  I nodded and said I heard of the band.  We talked a little bit about music and new bands and one of them said, "Yeah, no one will know who Foster The People is this time next year.  They're totally a one hit wonder."

I smiled and just said, "Yeah, we'll see."

It's so fun to have a little secret.

Love.

found it here

Have you heard...

I love when someone is describing a new song, person they've met or meal they've enjoyed and stop in the middle of the description to say, "You'd really like [xyz]."

To me, it's better than hearing, "You're my friend." or "I like you." It makes me feel like they know me, they considered me.

Acorn Wars

I woke up this morning at 4am from a dream where I was trying to convince a friend my neighborhood was safe and quiet. In the dream, we were sitting in my room and just as I said, "See...quiet. Right?" - there was suddenly this very loud, consistent noise coming from outside.

As I lay in bed transferring from a dream world to real life, I realized the sound was real.  And it sounded like 100 squirrels were throwing acorns at my building. And laughing, I'm sure.

I tossed and turned for the rest of the morning saying out loud, "Please stop." The noise is from a drain outside my window and when it rains, somehow the water isn't running through it correctly and instead of waking to the wonderful trickle of rain, I huff and puff praying for it to stop.

This morning though, as I tried to come up with a description of the noise so I could call my landlord, I envisioned a group of squirrels standing in a half circle in the bushes chucking acorns at my building.  For hours.  And that at least made me slightly less angry.