(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something to listen to six songs for invisible gardens something to make peace with in the mornings on my commute i get wet. it’s inevitable that i will be wet. an element of wet-through-ness is my default now that winter is here.
the exquisite ordinary
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) sundays are for … + a lie in + a big breakfast (us and our four visiting friends around the table) + a scenic drive + a locally made gin + a farewell for two + a lunch with two + a farewell for two more + a lazy […]
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something I saw + a woman in a short dark-navy tutu and cowgirl boots with a fish shaped bag slung from her right shoulder walking into the local Placemakers. + neil gaiman (yes, that one) down at the ferry today. a lot of interesting people live on this island […]
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) something to look forward to we have four friends coming to stay this weekend. its been weeks in the planning and now the day is finally here. our place is tiny and not overly flash and sometimes i have moments of self doubt… is our home tidy and welcoming […]
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(observational notes of exquisitely ordinary moments) today was a good day. here’s why i got to ride my bike again. thanks to nic who fixed my puncture. it makes my commute faster and way more enjoyable it was a cold ride in, but i didn’t get rained on i am back to my regular schedule […]