The door was locked when I got home from work. The keys were inside. I was confronted, for the first time, with being locked out of my house. My own house. (Crazy, I know-- the "own house" part, not the keys inside part. The keys inside part is rather normal.)
Luckily the side window was unlocked. I dragged garbage can below the window, pushed my hands against the glass and slid the window open. Standing on top of the garbage can-- in high heels-- I looked around to see if any of my new neighbors were watching me break in. The coast was clear. I climbed in, jumped from the window to the inside kitchen floor. And I laughed.
It was easy. Easy-cheesy. Too easy.
25 May 2010
20 May 2010
Simple
It's Thursday today. I've been complacent about Thursdays lately. I've been lazy in recognizing them as different than the other six days. Once upon a time, I wanted to get married on a Thursday. That didn't happen and it's too late. Oh well, happy Thursday.
I'm sitting in a new bed with new sheets in an old house that's actually my new house. In the next room, cupboards are filled with new white dishes and he's whistling. It almost sounds fake. Like a 1950's sitcom. Except that in this house, unlike a 1950's sitcom, it seems that he does the dishes. I like our sitcom.
It's spring now. Everything is new. I feel like I'm spring cleaning my life. That's such a good thing. I'm moving slower. I'm being careful to relish empty days, filling them with things like homemade macaroni and cheese and reading thoughtful wedding notes given to us on the big day. We're going to keep life simple this summer. That's my plan.
He's asleep next to me now. Breathing deeply with his arms folded across his chest. Is this real?
I'm going to plant a garden in my backyard.
I'm sitting in a new bed with new sheets in an old house that's actually my new house. In the next room, cupboards are filled with new white dishes and he's whistling. It almost sounds fake. Like a 1950's sitcom. Except that in this house, unlike a 1950's sitcom, it seems that he does the dishes. I like our sitcom.
It's spring now. Everything is new. I feel like I'm spring cleaning my life. That's such a good thing. I'm moving slower. I'm being careful to relish empty days, filling them with things like homemade macaroni and cheese and reading thoughtful wedding notes given to us on the big day. We're going to keep life simple this summer. That's my plan.
He's asleep next to me now. Breathing deeply with his arms folded across his chest. Is this real?
I'm going to plant a garden in my backyard.
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