The right thing
Here’s the right thing. Nice crisp fresh green beans in a charming vintage-y cup.
But there’s something in me that wants to expose all the other things: not necessarily the wrong things, but the less perfect things. The less surface things.
I spilled relish on my pants. Those that need to be washed that I was wearing anyway.
And I cooked and did the dishes and cleaned up under the high chair…three times.
I picked Axel up and help him up to the window like we always do to look out, and we looked for birds, and I felt guilty for not taking him outside to play, and then our new neighbour appeared in the opposite window cleaning, and I quickly moved away.
I ate a pile of chocolate kisses. I don’t even like them that much.
Astrid and Axel bonked heads and above Axel’s eye swelled up. But not for quite awhile, so I couldn’t tell why he was just crying and crying while I tried to get them both ready for bed at the same time.
I sorted and sorted through old papers and clothes and stuff and filled 2 garbage bags and a huge thrift donation bag.
I spaced out on tumblr for awhile. Stared at a photo of sailboats taken from the water. The colour of the water was greenish and there was sunlight sparkling on it and the sky met it and the sails were wispy and dreamy. Sometimes you just think, this earth. How is our breath not taken away daily? I mean just look at that green colour. Imagine the smell of the salty air out there and the sound of the wind in those innocent looking sails. All in one photo there’s the beginning of a story…
