Dreary day of non-stop rain, lowering clouds, white mist, wet roads. Sleeping in helps. Ignoring the state of the house helps. Reading a good book when I should be cleaning helps. Butterflies in stomach are not for the concert today, but for the first day at a new job tomorrow. They start early, those butterflies, so they can really sink their fangs in. After the concert, the final song stays in my head for several hours. I have my own private mental chorus. Pi da me la!
I feel like an octopus. 8 arms waving around madly, each one full with something that needs to be done, with something I’m in the middle of, with something I don’t have time for, with something I’m worried about forgetting.
Speaking of octopi, when we drove to Gilleleje last week, we encountered a very interesting Danish phenomenon along the sides of the tiny, curvy, motorcyle-friendly country roads. There were road signs proclaiming the high number of vehicular deaths each year in Denmark, red with huge white numbers and scary text, and then after them, there were the following signs with no explanatory text, just pictures:
- a twisty black snake with road markings on his back
- an octopus with 8 madly waving arms, none of which was on the steering wheel in front of him
- a kangaroo with a pig in his pocket and some black slashs apparently meant to represent seatbelts
- a smirking sleek brown shark cruising past some mellow-looking sea turtles
- a pig with a clock instead of a snout
- there was 1 other animal, but I can’t remember what it was
While we all exclaimed over them and wondered out loud what they represented, our driver nearly drove off the road because he was looking at the signs, too. Imagine, please, the IRONY if we had crashed and died! *rolls eyes*
littlesambook wanted to see a photo of my makeup bag and the book I took with me to Denmark
The makeup bag matches my overnight bag and I love the tapestry fabric with a red-hot love. I’ve also been on a Robin McKinley kick, re-reading everything she’s written, except I just took a break and am devouring Diana Gabaldon’s Lord John and the Private Matter.
courtesy wanted to see a photo of Karin’s expression when I tell her I’m going to paint her room pink
slxception wanted to see a photo of me in choir
I don’t yet have a photo of me singing in my current choir, so instead I share with you one of me singing in a special ensemble made up of members of The Messengers, an inter-denominational choir I was a member of from 1980-1982. I’ve put in an arrow in case you can’t find me amongst the horrifying gathering of 70’s flipped hairstyles.
thinkingoutloud wanted to see a photo of my favorite little spot in the house
This one was HARD, believe it or not, as I LOVE my house and nearly every party of it makes up the place where my eyes land when I’m seeking comfort, familiarity, peace. I chose my side of the bed, and a shot of the living room because I love lying on that couch reading.