Our house isn’t impressive. It’s a tiny row-house, painted yellow, wedged between two other identical red bricked houses. I suppose some would find it charming with it’s fenced in front yard, endowed with butterfly bushes and an array of unidentified flowers. In the back you’ll find a deck and another garden, this one poorly kept. This is where I spend the majority of my time.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
how to find peace
Our house isn’t impressive. It’s a tiny row-house, painted yellow, wedged between two other identical red bricked houses. I suppose some would find it charming with it’s fenced in front yard, endowed with butterfly bushes and an array of unidentified flowers. In the back you’ll find a deck and another garden, this one poorly kept. This is where I spend the majority of my time.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
When the neighbor from the house on the right died, a young yet expected death, her brother began visiting the house to take care of her dog. His stays became more and more frequent until he was arriving every day after work and staying until late. I watched him unknowingly. I never recognized this fact until more recently. I still don’t know his name.
He’d sit in the grass of the backyard and always brought along a different book. I don’t know why I thought about this as strange. I suppose it was because I didn’t believe he could read so fast. Anyway, the dog would pace around the yard, catching a yellow tennis ball and bringing it back each time. Until one week the retrievals took much too long and the dog could barely lap the yard. And then the dog died too and my neighbor’s brother sat alone in the grass.
He assembled himself there with the same book for a week I doubt he ever read it but he flipped the pages anyway. And then he vanished until the other day, when I woke up to find him mowing the grass he had neglected. Like every other morning before, I melted onto one of our deck’s chairs, still in pajamas.
An hour or so later I realized I had locked myself out. This was the only time my neighbor’s brother spoke to me.
“She kept a spare key,” he said, noticing my struggle with the obviously locked doorknob. “I might be able to find it for you.”
I couldn’t do anything but nod politely as he slipped into her house. Before I knew it, what seemed like seconds later, I was leaning over the fence that divided our matching lawns and he was placing the key into my hand.
“You should keep it,” he said, and I did.
But I wanted so badly to give him something in return, even if it was just a single word or a tiny gesture. Anything just to express my sympathy and my gratitude. Any maybe not even that much.
I hoped, and still do, that our days outside reading together were enough.
First Days of Summer
It has, quite unfortunately, come to my attention that I spend far too much time a.) in bed and b.) being discontent about said situation.
Here's to staying up late, blogging, wine drinking, hot tubbing, designated driver-ing, doing laundry, kissing, pretending to garden, getting a license to legally drive a boat and powdered sugar on waffles.
My 20th birthday is in nine days. I'm thinking a reservation for the Factory of Cheesecake is a necessity. And also a visit to Urban to buy myself a few presents.
Lastly, I have no idea why I am saying any of these things.
Here's to staying up late, blogging, wine drinking, hot tubbing, designated driver-ing, doing laundry, kissing, pretending to garden, getting a license to legally drive a boat and powdered sugar on waffles.
My 20th birthday is in nine days. I'm thinking a reservation for the Factory of Cheesecake is a necessity. And also a visit to Urban to buy myself a few presents.
Lastly, I have no idea why I am saying any of these things.
Father Daughter Things
I seem to have been on a hiatus. I am back now. For how long, though, I'm unsure.
Today my father Lee demanded I go to Costco with him. Because he had taken my sorry (and homeless) ass in, I agreed and went along with him even though I despise the place. The adventure turned out to be an interesting one. If anyone would like to know a good place for father bonding time, Costco is perfect.
Somewhere between the mega-pack of razors and massive boxes of tampons, Lee admitted four things:
1. He hates his wife.
2. His ex-wife (my mother, Dar) is insane.
3. His daughters are renegades.
4. He's getting old. (Going on 70.)
Directly after leaving Costco, we got milkshakes from Wawa and belted out Jason Mraz together while driving home. Once we realized home was boring, we plopped ourselves down and watched a very disappointing game of baseball. (Orioles vs. Red Sox. Orioles lost in the last and 13th inning. Damn.)
Tomorrow I have to dress up and go to a graduation party for some cousin on the Polish side that I didn't know existed. Damn.
All is well. Maybe I'll update some more later. I'm currently stealing a neighbor's wireless internet and it keeps shitting out so I shall go.
Ciao for now.
Today my father Lee demanded I go to Costco with him. Because he had taken my sorry (and homeless) ass in, I agreed and went along with him even though I despise the place. The adventure turned out to be an interesting one. If anyone would like to know a good place for father bonding time, Costco is perfect.
Somewhere between the mega-pack of razors and massive boxes of tampons, Lee admitted four things:
1. He hates his wife.
2. His ex-wife (my mother, Dar) is insane.
3. His daughters are renegades.
4. He's getting old. (Going on 70.)
Directly after leaving Costco, we got milkshakes from Wawa and belted out Jason Mraz together while driving home. Once we realized home was boring, we plopped ourselves down and watched a very disappointing game of baseball. (Orioles vs. Red Sox. Orioles lost in the last and 13th inning. Damn.)
Tomorrow I have to dress up and go to a graduation party for some cousin on the Polish side that I didn't know existed. Damn.
All is well. Maybe I'll update some more later. I'm currently stealing a neighbor's wireless internet and it keeps shitting out so I shall go.
Ciao for now.
Fortune Cookies
Today I got a fortune cookie that said, "Your love of pound cake will be an important part of your life." (I may have possibly edited it a little bit...maybe.)
I also dropped my first tray of drinks at work. Luckily, the only drink that was on it at the time was a glass of pinot grigio. And I only spilled on myself and the carpet. And I caught the class so it didn't break. Thank goodness.
I want to talk about something important, something worldy, but I really cannot think of anything to say.
Hmm.
I also dropped my first tray of drinks at work. Luckily, the only drink that was on it at the time was a glass of pinot grigio. And I only spilled on myself and the carpet. And I caught the class so it didn't break. Thank goodness.
I want to talk about something important, something worldy, but I really cannot think of anything to say.
Hmm.
I'd Already Know
I don't have too much to say. I also don't have any pictures of interest. And I got a new phone today, which is sweet. I guess...
Here are some songs with great choruses:
1. Let Me Fall - Josh Gracin
2. Homecoming - Kanye West
3. Oh My God - Mark Ronson
4. Go Go Gadget Heart - Birdie Busch
5. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him
6. Hideaway - The Weepies
7. More Than Words - Extreme
8. Gardenia - Mandy Moore
Maybe more later. I'm tired.
Here are some songs with great choruses:
1. Let Me Fall - Josh Gracin
2. Homecoming - Kanye West
3. Oh My God - Mark Ronson
4. Go Go Gadget Heart - Birdie Busch
5. Why Do You Let Me Stay Here? - She & Him
6. Hideaway - The Weepies
7. More Than Words - Extreme
8. Gardenia - Mandy Moore
Maybe more later. I'm tired.
Important People
I miss when the most significant person in my life was Barbie.
She never let me down.
And more importantly,
she was always there when I needed her.
On another note, today:
1. I brushed my teeth five times for no apparent reason.
2. I put on mascara twice because I seem to have grown a strange affinity for eye makeup remover. (100% oil free, of course.)
3. I watched my favorite movie.
4. I appreciated my breasts. Long story.
5. My grandmother wished me a Happy Mother's Day.
5.a. I found myself confused because I am not a mother.
6. I was reminded that nothing, not even an oatmeal bath, can help the eczema that is now making itself at home in the pits of my elbows, behind my knees and right below my hip bones.
7. I ate yummy Chinese food that came with two pink carnations. (Perhaps another Mother's Day wish?)
8. I realized I have a bit emo and heavy-hearted in the past days.
9. I picked out an outfit for my interview...which is today.
10. I began making summer playlists. I will soon post them.
That is all for now, I suppose.
