The grey insists on trying to seep through the narrow slats of the mini blinds but, luckily, is absorbed by the sheers overlaying them. The sheers, my protection today. The light cinammon colored material hangs lazily, non chalantly from the tops of the 2 windows that grace my room. And still, there is no light.
It is Saturday morning and I’m reminded that there is a Lizzi event going on. My friend Lizzi, a fellow clark, went out on a limb one day, put forth into the world this thing, this bloghop, in which I participate. I’m sure you’ve heard of it by now. The Ten Things of Thankful. It is her creation, her gift. And all of you who participate, whether writing a Ten Things post or reading a Ten Things post, give it life.
- Shelter. (from the storm)
- A reliable car to drive, to get me where I need to go, want to go. Or, simply just to drive.
- The occaisonal reminder of the important kind. The “hey, snap out of it!” variety.
- That finally! I was able to see the bird in it’s garage nest. My new parking space at work is right beside a pole in the underground garage. Up on one of the ledges is a bird’s nest. When I would go to my car at lunch or when leaving at the end of the day, a bird would swiftly swoop out of it’s nest and out of the garage. Had I had my camera in my hand yesterday, I could have caught a really good picture of him/her.
- Little bursts of creativity exploding like a microburst.
- Almira. While I am enjoying reading the story, I’m also proud to see my brother evolve as a writer.
- the Wakefield Doctrine.
- Music. From new artists, like this clarklike female. She speaks true words in her intro. Listen, clarks.
- That my laptop is still functioning after last week’s blue screen, forced shutdown tantrums.
- This grey day. Outside and inside. It is what it is. It is what I make it. It is what I choose it to be.
- SBOR/BSOR baby. Of course I can go to 11. So let’s add Robert Rodriguez. Came back this afternoon to publish this post and decided, what the heck, why don’t I put on the TV. Lo and behold the station I had left it on is playing the “Mexico Trilogy”. Missed El Mariachi and only caught the last 1/3 of Desperado, but now, Once Upon a Time in Mexico. Compliments nicely with the thunderous darkness gathering outside my light cinammon sheers.
Oh, and remember kids, in the immortal words of Stephen Stills,… don’t let the past remind us of what we are not now…