“i am grateful for what I am and have. my thanksgiving is perpetual.”
-henry david thoreau
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image credit: faerie magazine
after walking many miles
through the parks at home
i traveled north for a visit
to a whole new town
and when walking through the city
i once again find myself
in yet another beautiful park.
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‘i don’t know where i’m going from here
but i promise it won’t be boring.’
-david bowie
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victoria park, ontario, canada
a scene from the road rally in the sideways rain
leap frog in the park
last night i told a joke to a woman at a comedy club, led a group of strangers in follow-the- leader in t.j. maxx, bought 60 cents of gas, got into a theater box office, danced the sugar plum fairy ballet and push it, had the zingerman’s staff sing happy birthday to me, tried to jam our team into one shopping cart, read a children’s book aloud to an adult in the library, found five different kinds of balls, secretly wrote crossword answers in the new york times and put it back, wore protective hockey gear, held a lobster, paid for a stranger’s purchase, ate as a group at taco bell, wore university of michigan gear that wasn’t mine, added my gum to a public wall art display, read incredible notes, shared food and drinks and blew out candles and it was a night to always be remembered.
teams:
sock monkeys vs. glitters vs. kwames
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what a wonderful decade birthday celebration
thanks to all of you for every bit of it
it meant everything.
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“life goes by fast. enjoy it. calm down. it’s all funny.”
– joan rivers

this is jack. he got into a fight and ended up with a wound on his side. the vet suggested a shirt as a less stressful approach to keep him from chewing it, rather than a plastic cone.
fun fact: most cats fit into baby shirts sized 0-3 months.
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‘i work best when there’s a safety trampoline of kindness.’
-ruth negga
credits: red tart art/imgur.com
i came face to face with this colorful display
and was struck with a sudden terror
for i knew
this was
a sure sign that
the fruitcakes were on their way.
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“a sharp bolt of hunger hit luther hard. his knees almost buckled, his poker face almost grimaced. for two weeks now his sense of smell had been much keener, no doubt a side effect of a strict diet. maybe he got a whiff of mabel’s finest, he wasn’t sure, but a craving came over him. suddenly, he had to have something to eat. suddenly, he wanted to snatch the bag from kendall, rip open a package, and start gnawing on a fruitcake.”
― John Grisham