September 18, 2011

Under the table and dreaming

I got lost, for a moment. Breakfast plate, newspaper, tiny glass of orange juice. The slapslapslap of a brother and sister fighting beneath the dining room table turned fort-tent wakes me to reality. We have guests coming for a party. Probably should get this cleaned up. I wish it could stay like that. I imagine everyone sitting cross-legged on the floor, under the table, in another world. Someday.

We'll go to church. Another new-to-us one but this time (this time I hope) it will stick. The kids like it well enough and I'm aware that I am of that age, where that is what matters most about a church right now.

I'll go to the store. We need buns for the sandwiches and more funfetti cupcake mix thanks to the eight casualties from me dropping the pan after pulling them out of the oven last night. God made dirt and dirt don't hurt except when we're serving them to guests. And p.s. have you seen my floors?

I dry my hair and start out with a brush but toward the end I just let it be. Half put-together and half-whatever, and I've twisted my lipstick's last twist.

Just enough to scrape out for today.



15 comments:

  1. love you! hug all my babies if you see them there!! miss you all.

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  2. You are such a good writer. The imagery made me feel like I was right there at the table with you.

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  3. Oh, I love how your mind works and that you let us take a little peek inside.

    And as I read this post and write this comment, Jeff Buckley is crooning Hallelujah on my Bon Iver pandora station, and somehow it just all seems a perfect fit.

    enjoy your day, my friend.

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  4. That sounds like most of my days. Just enough to scrape by. Hope the party was fabulous.

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  5. Yup, the half hair. I live in it.

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  6. Ok, you've had your pity party, now look in the mirror and tell yourself how great you are and what a wonderful day it is going to be!
    If your guests are coming to see YOU they'd love to sit under the table. Are you game to try it? Besides if they are coming to check out your cleaning or lack of it, give them what they're looking for - the house au naturel. Life is a banquet - eat the main dish not the crumbs!

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  7. I didn't mean for this to sound like a pity party- it is actually a really accurate description of "me" right now and my contentment in it!

    Steph

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  8. I've so dropped things and thought, "Damn. Now what?" With dog hair always hiding, it's rare that something's okay!

    Oh, and I'll have to find it, but somewhere on my pinterest I have something for simple homemade funfetti cake!

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  9. such is life day in and day out!!!

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  10. THIS. Is another perfect Just Write example. The details and the meaning and OH HOW I LOVE HOW YOU WRITE.

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  11. Love reading this little peak into your truth. AND, there were cupcakes at the end of this day.

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  12. These posts of yours are the reason why I'm a big stalker. I love everything you write but these slice-of-true-life, half-put-together-half-whatever ones just make us all feel not so alone. I feel you on the church thing, on the hair, on the bickering. All of it, sister.

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  13. I hope your church sticks. Sticky churches are the best. :)

    Love ya.

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  14. So once, about a year ago, I splurged on a tube of lip/chap stick stuff. It will completely be gone within the week or so. Which only proves that time flies. Sads.

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