[Things to meditate on: soft knits from T by A Wang and cool-toned add-ons. All available on Shopbop.com.]
Greetings from Rob’s new place of work! I’m at The Barrel Thief enjoying a nice glass of Rosso di Montalcino.
I haven’t been able to put away this smattering of things yet—new things—the last, late night purchase from the days of regular paychecks. (Two weeks ago.) Something told me I’d more than cherish these lovely, ‘spensive things in a nail-gnawing matter of days, so I clicked my way through good judgment, on to ill-begotten buyer’s remorse, and had them sent along to my brother’s house here in RVA.
Under a sky / no one sees / waiting, watching it happening
Don’t hurry / give it time / things are the way they have to be
Slow down / give it time / still life, you know I’m listening
The moment that you want is coming if you give it time.
Self-imposed unemployment is a funny thing. Seeing as how my life—the happy, the stress, the pleasure, and the pain—tends to revolve around my work. I’ve done the willing bail-out three times in my life (the unwilling bail-out, once). Each time led to bigger and better things. But it’s pretty far-out, looking around (figuratively, because I’m looking directly at: as in, perusing Facebook) and seeing my counterparts cakewalking into town with really adult decisions, and things like houses, and babies. Egads. Babies? I’d give my right arm for a fresh stack of business cards to stare at lovingly.
They seem so grown up.
I’m doing that ears-back, wide-eyed panic thing like Eli does when I drop the lid on the trashcan too fast.
I always daydreamed about these simpler times during the last few years: a Ball Mason jar of quarters for the laundry, a leaky fridge of necessities + one bottle of expensive champagne waiting for a whim, and cherishing those soul-quenching, free (emphasis on free) activities like walks and skipping stones and sniffing of fresh cut grass. And here they are. There’s an ease to the shift like popping your ears in an airplane.
Can’t wait to introduce you to the sandwich shop down the street, Garnett’s—great Pacific Northwest wine by the glass, 4 kinds of Croques, and homemade pickles I’d pluck a nose hair for. Ring-a-ding ding!
Have a good week, kiddies. Pray to the dream job gods for me.
p.s. The Horrors’ Skying comes out in August! Holy hat, I’ve been waiting for months. Here’s “Still Life” which is sort of on the short list of songs Rob would like to politely ask I stop playing. Enjoy. It’s my anthem.