I like living a pretty hygge life, grabbing coffee with a friend, sketching, crocheting with Netflix, crafting various things, baking bread and cookies, writing and recording music (occasionally performing), and always hanging with my fam and momming my two little guys and our Newfoundland pup, Ruth.
It’s a thing Kind of made for kids I think But also, Not unlike Hallmark holidays, I think it comes with expectations. I don’t like putting expectations on things. Probably because I’m old enough to know better. Better to go with the flow And adapt And enjoy And do what you can With what you’ve got And do your best With what you’ve not. It turns out That when you live, You actually do learn If you want.
Do you like the rain? It comes pouring down And I am fascinated with it And how it makes things grow and green. But at the same time It makes me tired And the only thing I want to do Is watch the rain pour down And the unpredictable turns of the water As it rushes down the street Carrying leaves and litter along Until they reach an obstacle Where they will pile Until the other forces of nature, Or vehicles Later displace them. Also there was a massive exodus of worms And they were blorping down the drive And I had to hop around through them Just to check the mailbox Because I didn’t want to squish any.
I’m pretty sure That one of the best things for an official Saturday Morning Is a cinnamon cake. Or a coffee cake. You really can call it whatever you want, As long as there is cinnamon And you must serve it to yourself warm. And with a hot beverage. And maybe read a book while eating it. Or listen to a motivational podcast. And nestle back into a cozy blanket. Tomorrow is Saturday, And I intend to make one. And then I shall dine upon it. And attempt to include all of the sides I listed above.
If you look at something upside-down You can notice things that you didn’t notice before When you were looking at it right-side-up. You probably know that. Maybe when you were young You also walked around the house with a mirror under your nose, (I may have been prompted by Betsy, Tacy and Tib) And imagined yourself to be in another world- One where ceiling fans are on the floor, And there’s basically no clutter anywhere And stepping through a doorway requires a big jump. Or maybe you liked hanging upside-down on monkey bars Or doing flips and seeing the world rapidly change around you. I wasn’t that kid, But someone was. It’s difficult for me to draw things upside-down When I’m seeing them right side up. Have you tried that? I think it’s hard.
Hallways are a great source of thought. There is nothing you can do While walking down a very Very Long corridor Except keep moving forward. I mean, there are various ways one can move- Walking, Rolling, Cartwheeling, Spinning… Most people decide to walk. I suppose because that is most acceptable And the most efficient use of one’s time, And probably the most energy efficient mode. How efficient are we. But WHILE you’re moving forward, And especially if it’s a long long hallway, You’re having all sorts of different thoughts That I guarantee you wouldn’t be having If you were simply walking in a regular room Or a more open lengthy walkway. There is something about that closed-in feeling. It makes you think differently. On a similar-but-not-completely-related note I think I had my first notable claustrophobic experience In a long hallway. I vividly remember staring down that Muted yellow, underground, cement hallway, Walking within this herd of students And feeling like it stretched on forever And I might be stuck in there for an eternity, Futilely trying to reach the end. But guess what? I made it to the other side of the school campus And I’m still here today. With lots of thoughts about hallways. Also I guess stay off your phone While you walk down a hallway Because it might ruin your home-made thoughts.
Who needs an alarm clock When you’ve got a dog? They are used to a routine through the week, So the fact that it’s a weekend morning at 6 am Makes absolutely no difference to them. They will wake you up when you normally rise, And go outside, And you might wake up (if you went to bed at a sensible hour) Feeling rather refreshed and ready to face the new day Instead of wanting to force yourself back to sleep For no other reason other than “It’s The Weekend.” When I was about 11 or so, I had one of those vintage alarm clocks With the little flippy tiles, You know, like the one in Groundhog Day – I liked the soft click it made each time a new number rolled over. I don’t think they manufacture those much anymore Probably because of the clicking Or maybe because the tiles would sometimes stick And then obviously the time wouldn’t be accurate, Or maybe because Liquid Crystal Display took over – But I think they should make a comeback. Sometimes those lost vintage sounds are really satisfying. What if you could no longer hear the turning of the page of a book, The ticking of a clock, (or the flipping of a clock tile) The soft chatter of doorway beads, The intense ring or angry hangup slam of a telephone, The startling buzz of an actual door-bell, The crackle of vinyl records, The hot popping of a wood stove, The snap/whip of laundry hanging outside on a windy day, The dial-up internet connection song… Well… I don’t know about that one – But I’m glad that some of these sounds are still around.
Last year I read a book. I mean, I pick up and start lots of books Through the course of one year. But finishing a book, Well. For me, that’s kind of a big deal. It’s funny because I used to read a lot I mean a LOT When I was a kid. But I guess as I grew older, And started raising guinea pigs, And learned how to do more and more things, My hobbies expanded. The more skills you obtain, I guess the more you have to organize And prioritize your various activities. But I really do enjoy reading. This year, I already have some books that I want to read And if I get through all of them Or one of them For me, That will also be a big deal. I will celebrate for myself By making a cinnamon cake. Because I don’t think Pizza Hut Will acknowledge my reading success At this ripe old age.
People say that, you know. I think normally it’s implied That the “little things” give to us Those sparks of joy, Moments of wonder Where you catch your breath And note an overwhelming sense of appreciation. Little things are great And I like to take note Of those things and enjoy them Just like anyone else. I also think little things Can bring you to the edge Of feeling the opposite way as well. Sometimes there is a big thing That is underneath, But then suddenly it’s a little thing That will grip your chest And fight for your peace And will you into distraction And disorient you Because it might be the butterfly That throws your world off-kilter. But the good little things Are more numerous. Maybe they make up the gusts of wind That carry the butterflies away And bring in a new round of fresh air As you drink it in and know.
Isn’t it funny how You get all wound down, Your teeth are clean, You’re snuggled into your bed Reading a book, Or watching a movie, Or crocheting, Or writing a novel, Whatever – And suddenly – Your stomach grumbles And you realize You really kind of want a snack. It is in that moment You need to realize what you value. Your immediate coziness and comfort Or a full belly when you fall asleep? A choice must be made.