(tri-x 400 mamiya 645af)
(wrote this last night, so today actually means yesterday, and tomorrow means today, and whoa. trippy.)
Julie. The Louise to my Thelma. Julie so kindly got naked for me the other day so I could mess with some ideas I’ve got regarding this little tube sock problem obsession interest. Some stay-at-home-moms go to scheduled playgroups. You know, whatever, to each their own. I’ve still got some rolls to develop from this day, and some more ideas to play around with, and I wasn’t planning on sharing this right now, but . . .
the things I meant to do right now aren’t workiiiiiiing!!! None of them. Wonky ink in the printer and an empty bottle of developer and a guitar that won’t arrive until tomorrow and a twitchy brain. So, here it is.
STORIES!!!!
is the word of the day (week?) on the blog. I feel like I keep coming up with keywords. “Threshold” and “Illusion” and now, “Stories.” That’s so fucking annoying. (Ooooh, hoo hoo! I’m in one of those moo-hooods!) But annoying or not, that’s the way of it. (And now I’m going to picture Pee Wee Herman doing his word-of-the-day thing that he did. Great. Thanks a lot.)
Julie makes me think of the word “stories.” The woman has got. stories. And they just keep coming! I’ve begun to think that either she is lying about all of her adventures, or that she really is that much older than me (heh heh), or that she has clones that go out live and then come back to report to her regularly.
Besides being wildly entertaining, it inspires me. It makes me think about how I live this life that is presented to me, every moment raw and teeming with opportunity. Do I devour it? Savour both the illusion (there I go again!) and the clarity? Drink in the true experiences, despite their threat to this farce of stability and normalcy?
Now, I don’t think that living your life as a good story means actively looking for trouble, but it does make me reconsider my definition of “mistake.” It seems that the Great Stories of my life (and others) have been those times when Life has presented us with something, and we’ve accepted the offer, ignoring the fear of a possible mistake. Otherwise, it is a sad story ruled by empty routine and fear.
Also, I think, those mundane everyday things, like the whirlwind of snow-globe-like snow blowing today, or the trip to the grocery store in which the strange happy-lovey force between everyone was palpable, or the millisecond-prolonged glance, or the star-shaped center of the apple, or the laundry, can be a Great Stories when they are lived attentively. And then of course, there are the Great Stories told by nature—childbirth, tragedy, love, death—that sometimes give us no choice in the matter of attention.
What’s your story?
or the trip to the grocery store in which the strange happy-lovey force between everyone was palpable,
I love those days.
oh, can you please make the evil smiley face I typed go away?
I’d tell you, but then I’d have to kill you.
cool picture and cute tube socks.
I love you.
so many stories to share with you…IN PERSON!! and this couldn’t have come at a better time!!
“Now, I don’t think that living your life as a good story means actively looking for trouble, but it does make me reconsider my definition of “mistake.” It seems that the Great Stories of my life (and others) have been those times when Life has presented us with something, and we’ve accepted the offer, ignoring the fear of a possible mistake. Otherwise, it is a sad story ruled by empty routine and fear.”
can’t wait to share stories.
hugs,
deb
Wow.
http://mylifeisatapestry.blogspot.com/2010/02/just-sayin.html
this entry is a miniscule part of my story…a chapter…the center of my life as I know it today. whatever.
i love you and all your stories. share some more.
Did you notice the socks dripping all over the floor? That’s a story by itself. So many stories and so little time. And stop using the “F” word little girl. You can’t do that until you are grown up. The point is that you will always be my little girl, so you can’t use that language. GOT IT?
My story, in this moment, is that your Poppy sounds a lot like my Mom! xo I LOVE this photo and want you to make it into a greeting card. Post haste!!
Ok, here’s one snippet of a story. I once assisted an undercover cop. True story.
i have too many to recount here, most of them would land me in some sort of trouble.
it’s nice to be a somewhat complacent middle aged suburban lady now.
besides i might scare my children or they might find some of the things a mite toooo interesting if you know what i mean. i don’t want to be thaaat influence on the impressionable youth of my loins.
but if you’re curious, you can always email me a starting point q….lol!
i’m still stuck on the tube socks! it makes me think of the song “the window” by trout fishing in america in which they dedicate the song to “everyone out there wearing white tube socks this afternoon with pride”.
For the love of all that is good and holy……..