Air thick with algae and driftwood decaying, breeze light but crisp, the lapping of lake waves kept us company.
May 23, 2013
Posted by Jeneane Sessum at 10:21 PM
May 17, 2013
May 11, 2013
If anyone had told me that you would be able to speak a blog post into a phone I wouldn't have believed it.
Posted by Jeneane Sessum at 7:42 PM
We have the dumpster for 3 weeks, so that should allow quite a handle.
The last time we got a dumpster, the only thing that ended up going in was a king size bed - a bed I didn't really hate that much - and a bunch of empty boxes and wood to make it seem full. That wasn't much of a handle. It left me feeling depressed and incompetent of getting rid of stuff.
But this time we are ready to get rid of stuff.
stuff that is killing us.
so much stuff the house has expelled the people in it, mostly.
This time though, we are ready to get a handle on things, and we have spent hours so far trying, and together saying ONE TWO THREE, TOSS! hurling into the dumpster old desk drawers and bed frames and suit cases covered in cat hair and dust -- and I'm not so sure new species haven't evolved from the combination thereof.
you really shouldn't have to go through so much to get a handle on things.
last night I thought the anaphylactic reaction I had from the cat hair and dust was going to send me to the ER. I could post a picture of my oozing eyes, but it's on my phone and I'm not sure how to beam it onto my old blogspot blog here. Plus it's really gross. It may keep you from ordering a dumpster, and I wouldn't want to be responsible for that.
There's so much more to do. but for the next three weeks I will allow myself to fool myself that the presence of the dumpster means we are getting a handle on things.
And I'll enjoy the days and nights of feeling the fooling notion that things are being handled. And I don't want to talk about what comes next.
Posted by Jeneane Sessum at 10:11 AM
Posted by Jeneane Sessum at 10:02 AM
May 08, 2013
Posted by Jeneane Sessum at 11:56 AM
May 07, 2013
A dozen years ago when I started blogging I never believed I'd post from my phone. That was before smart anything, and before all-you-can-eat long distance existed. We blog friends accumulated $600/month phone bills because we wanted to talk that badly. No text. No twitter. Posts were texting. Posts were tweets. And they were sonnets and love songs, duets and improv.
So here I am. In the doctors office waiting room. On a phone. Blogging. Like its nothing. Which is, for us from then, kind of what it has become.