no picture could truly capture it but, I grabbed everything that was hanging on one of the posts of my clothing rack and put them all on at the same time, the top picture tried. Then I was sorting through my t-shirts, stacking the ones that I wear a lot/ love a lot (I was wearing my Goonies shirt) and an odd animals and gay apple theme quickly emerged. I continually strip off my clothes in the hallway (that’s where the mirror is) and entangle my arms in the antique light fixture. I have to figure out how to wear that semitransparent shirt. every year I tell myself to get rid of it because I never wear it and then I put it on and think it’s cute.semitransparentcute. I’m keeping the white shirt that I never wear, on principle, I don’t know what principle. I finally got rid of that camisole that I never wear but always keep because “it has ruffles! it has flowers! it’s the frumpiest thing! it reminds me of The Virgin Suicides!”
and now I have a bag of donation and a bag of trash and it’s time to move onto another area of my lifestuff.
here are pictures that I didn’t post over the past weekish.
That goat was very interested in Jazz. A family walked into the barn, blocking his view, and he LEANED over so far to keep an eye on her. she didn’t notice at all.
I think I look a lot like my little brother when I’m wearing a sun hat and I’ve spent all day in a hot attic. (if any of you have a time machine, will you swing by and tell me to drink gatorade)
I went to the post office a lot.
I have a pile of my furniture in Murble’s garage… so cozy. I need to figure out what I’m doing with all my precious crap.
The Little Free Library is overflowing. I need the neighbors to just TAKE. so I can cram some more books in there.
I’m dead to Jazz because I didn’t have a treat in my hand.
I watched three movies, while doing laundry, that night Jazz was projectile vomiting. The next day she was fine I, however, could not figure out what day it was and slipped into a coma around 5pm (It was Wednesday but I was sure it was Tuesday)
we haven’t been to the park in two days, comas and scheduling conflicts, we are going tomorrow.
I looked at airplane tickets today. idk.idk.idk.
My tongue matches my cardigan.
ahhh, I think we both missed Idris (the secret name for Murble’s car)
Jazz was all like, “LOOK AT THIS [deer] TRAIL. COME ON!” and it was pretty hot today. and I’ve been trying to keep her walks short while she’s on her antibiotics. and this trail would cut the walk significantly. and it’s all shade and no cars. and she’s an old lady so I basically let her do whatever she wants as long as it doesn’t harm her. So, yes, we will take this trail Jazz. This trail that is a very steep drop down a hill. Here are some pictures of Jazz waiting patiently while I hug trees, slide down the hill, and not injure myself!
short walks. recuperating . we are all very tired.
Last night when I was walking the property to see how much work had gotten done- new steps! new column! they made the new door look like the old rotten blue door! and then I noticed that Murble’s new lawn mower had been delivered to the middle of the tool & construction zone. The delivery person must have been like, “you dudes look like you need a lawn mower” I’m sorry I missed that,
~ What a date that would have been~
When I took the garbage out last night (I did it! I’ll leave it to your imagination/preferences as to whether I put my pants back on) I went to pick up that lawn mower and, holy shitballs that sucker is heavy! I managed to drag it to the garage. It should have wheels or something.
I’m having curry tonight. and bed.
'six selfies' (THERE WAS ONLY ONE RULE JENNIFER) 2006- 2014
tagged by sidramatic & womaninterrupted
(I’m behind on tumblr so I’m not sure who to tag. I like your faces, congratulations on that shit- whip ‘em out on the dash if you want!)
I took a five second nap in a living room chair this evening while the roofers were roofing and UncleDucey was watching all the sports. I have trouble sleeping in public spaces but all the windows had ladders full of humans climbing up and down the house all day and my bedroom windows only have half curtains so, the living room was private in comparison. Jazz did her best to ignore the roofing noises all day. Tonight when she woke up she listened very carefully to my words, “You are a very good girl. Are you ready to go outside?”
Hey let’s go to the sauna!
I mean attic.
I mean sauna attic.
How many coffee cups does one person need?
today I ate at a restored and renovated bank built by Louis H Sullivan. I was way into the windows and fixtures and mural by Allen E. Philbrick but my chimichurri’d sandwich was delicious as well. The cocktail menu was impressive. I wasn’t really feeling the selfie in front of the bank vault but I pushed through. for the blog and the tumblroos. or something like that.