Percy does not like it when I read a book.
He puts his face over the top of it, and moans.
He rolls his eyes, sometimes he sneezes.
The sun is up, he says, and the wind is down.
The tide is out, and the neighbor’s dogs are playing.
But Percy, I say, Ideas! The elegance of language!
The insights, the funniness, the beautiful stories
that rise and fall and turn into strength, or courage.
Books? says Percy. I ate one once, and it was enough. Let’s go.
What the Living Do by Mary Howe
Johnny, the kitchen sink has been clogged for days, some utensil probably fell down there.
And the Drano won’t work but smells dangerous, and the crusty dishes have piled up
waiting for the plumber I still haven’t called. This is the everyday we spoke of.
It’s winter again: the sky’s a deep, headstrong blue, and the sunlight pours through
the open living-room windows because the heat’s on too high in here and I can’t turn it off.
For weeks now, driving, or dropping a bag of groceries in the street, the bag breaking,
I’ve been thinking: This is what the living do. And yesterday, hurrying along those
wobbly bricks in the Cambridge sidewalk, spilling my coffee down my wrist and sleeve,
I thought it again, and again later, when buying a hairbrush: This is it.
Slamming the car door shut in the cold. What you called that yearning.
What you finally gave up. We want the spring to come and the winter to pass. We want
whoever to call or not call, a letter, a kiss—we want more and more and then more of it.
But there are moments, walking, when I catch a glimpse of myself in the window glass,
say, the window of the corner video store, and I’m gripped by a cherishing so deep
for my own blowing hair, chapped face, and unbuttoned coat that I’m speechless:
I am living. I remember you.
Percy does not like it when I read a book.
It’s been a couple of weeks being in real estate. Here are some highlights:
1. I went to a vacant home and found a homeless man sleeping.
2. I went to a vacant home with the master bedroom locked and slippers outside the door. I learned from above.
3. I went to a home where a little girl asked me an inappropriate question.
4. I went to a home that made my heart beat fast. The owners were sketch.
5. I went to a home that inspired me to love big and be thankful.
6. I went to a home where the seller accidentally giggled at the conversation the buyers were having. Everyone started laughing together.
7. I heard about a stunning former dancer who had a builder as a father. She was always interested in his work and one day decided to become a home inspector. Although she dressed appropriately / safely for her job she once got locked in a bathroom by the owner. She was fine but it made her re-think some things.
8. I met the kindest (grandpa) inspector who built an inspection business with his wife. After 20 years in business they are still super successful using only word of mouth. When you listen to stories of when they first started out and then see where they are now you feel the world is a cool place.
On my bucket list is to try a day of being a living statue. Pictured here is Amanda Palmer.
From very luxurious to very creative, I got to see a lot today.
If my life were a blank state / an empty container this is what I would put in it:
To reach this I must be aware of how my tendency towards procrastination can get in the way.
- The long-term stress procrastination causes me versus the temporary pleasure.
- Ask myself does this coincide with the person I want to be. Is this replacing time for the good work I could be doing?
- Take a tally every time I have an urge to check something / to distract myself. Observe myself want to go from something hard to something familiar and easy.
- Realize I don’t need that comfort. I could be in discomfort and nothing bad would happen. Actually good things happen when I am discomfortable.
Inspired by the article You past experiences are blinding you by Jory MacKay, procrastination thoughts from Zen Habits and image inspiration from Paul Hughes of Ten Meters of Thinking.
I can get excited easily and therefore I wanted to share two new technologies that I recently discovered.
Uber: you can now control the music through your Spotify in your driver’s car.
DMLV: you can check-in / get a ticket before you arrive and get a text when your ticket number is 30 minutes out. The DMV site showed a live count of 300 people in line before me if that gives you any idea.
Both are great ideas although they have a lot of bugs to still work out.
Tonight I got back to Vegas from my trip with Lauryn. While she took a nap after our morning drive home I finished the book Leviathan.