1) It is birthday week! So I bought and am savoring the following items... yum yum yum.
2) On the lower right side of my blog you will scroll and find new additions to my "favorite blogs" section. The Bloggess, Maddie the Coonhound, and 30-Nothings. All great and worth checking out, in my opinion.
3) I got an interview for a job I didn't really want or feel qualified for and I turned it down. Surprisingly empowering experience. I applied because I felt desperate, I said no later on because I realize I'm not that desperate. Whew.
4) One more week until yoga starts.
5) I'm a nail-biting fool. In a bad way. My anxiety is getting the best of me and I might finally do something about it. Maybe several things, even. And that feels good.
6) I am so grateful for SB. He is an incredible man. He works so hard all day, and then he comes home and, when I need it, he takes care of me. He does the dishes. He laughs at my jokes. He loves me just as I am, band-aids and all.
7) Yes, I have been reading 1Q84 for more than 6 months. I'm pretty slow when it comes to getting through a book, despite the fact that I love books and love to read. But anyway, it is such an amazing book. I actually don't want it to ever end. Fortunately for me, I'm only 520 pages in, which is about half-way. But I'm going to have to pick it up a notch, because all I've requested for my birthday are more books. Here is what is on my reading list this Winter:
- Cooked, Michael Pollan
- Telegraph Avenue, Michael Chabon
- Let's Pretend This Never Happened, Jenny Lawson
- Travel books about France and Spain
- Moby Dick, because I'm determined to finally read it cover-to-cover
8) Have I posted this poem before? It was featured in the front cover of our homemade joint-family cookbook. I LOVE it. Enjoy!
Perhaps the World Ends Here
The world begins at a kitchen table. No matter what, we must eat to live.
The gifts of earth are brought and prepared, set on the table. So it has been since creation, and it will go on.
We chase chickens or dogs away from it. Babies teethe at the corners. They scrape their knees under it.
It is here that children are given instructions on what it means to be human. We make men at it, we make women.
At this table we gossip, recall enemies and the ghosts of lovers.
Our dreams drink coffee with us as they put their arms around our children. They laugh with us at our poor falling-down selves and as we put ourselves back together once again at the table.
This table has been a house in the rain, an umbrella in the sun.
Wars have begun and ended at this table. It is a place to hide in the shadow of terror. A place to celebrate the terrible victory.
We have given birth on this table, and have prepared our parents for burial here.
At this table we sing with joy, with sorrow. We pray of suffering and remorse. We give thanks.
Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.
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