I wanted to commemorate the 300-day mark of this project with a special photo. It’s been wonderful having FunkyPlaid back home this week, and I am dreading having to say goodbye again so soon. My heart was especially heavy today until I read this piece about Patton Oswalt losing his wife. Then I felt like a big jerk for sighing over a separation of several weeks.
My mom gave us this beautiful bit of ironwork from Oakbeck Forge for our sixth anniversary. Behind it is the purse she handmade to match my wedding gown.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid puttering around in the kitchen.
Today’s smile started when I picked FunkyPlaid up from the airport this morning and it hasn’t been far from my face since.
FunkyPlaid even managed to decorate a little for Halloween! I’m so glad he’s home. Work and exhaustion are solid distractions from my loneliness, but life is so much better when he’s around.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: FunkyPlaid turn the pages of the book he’s reading. ❤
Here are two signs I saw in our neighborhood tonight. I don’t need to add anything else.
Writing from: my study. Listening to: “Salt” by RY X.
You genuflected outside the gothic cathedral
the day after I got officially old.
My nose was running and cold and
I turned from the great grey edifice
to see the only familiar face
for miles. On that face,
the expression I tried to capture:
irreverent yet strangely penitent,
maybe just tired from walking
or overwhelmed by unfamiliar vowels
or musing how new it feels to feel this old.
Today our marriage turned two. We celebrated with a fine meal at Bia Bistrot.
gratitude: FunkyPlaid · FunkyPlaid · FunkyPlaid