I have an ongoing love/hate relationship with possessions and periodically vow to rid myself of anything that's not absolutely essential. The problem is, what I consider essential changes. For instance, when I came back from a two week camping trip in Wyoming, I thought I could get rid of all my pots and pans and get by, as I had in the mountains, with one bowl, a fork, and a Swiss Army knife. Then I decided I would start a juicing regimen and cook a lot of rice dishes.
I go through similar phases with gear: the saddles, riding boots and tack were purged to make room for motorcycle jackets/helmets/tools which were purged to make room for the yoga mats, bolsters, blankets and blocks.
I'm even worse with books.
But I continue to long for emptiness, the pure space that would allow me to collect my thoughts, find one book to read, and the favorite t-shirt to wear day after day. And so I find an empty cardboard box, dump out the cat, and make yet another trip to the Salvation Army store.
Sunday, March 25, 2007
Photo Hunt 50: Empty
Monday, March 19, 2007
PhotoHunt 49: Drink
All four of my cats drink out of glasses, and I have at least a half dozen set up for their convenience around the house. But my cats, not unlike most people, are more interested in what's in my glass than theirs. For example, Mouse (not pictured) enjoys Snapple Diet Iced Tea with lemon. He'll dip one paw into the glass daintily and scoop a nice mouthful. He also likes Diet Coke. Ray here doesn't go for anything more exotic than eau de New York City, but again, he prefers my glass to his. Coco (not pictured) would rather drink out of the toilet like a dog. Or a drunk.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
PhotoHunt 48: Architecture
When Mom went to Nashville, she spent some time wandering around near Broadway, checking out the bars in Printer's Alley, and wondering if there was a market for country western songs about menopause.
She noticed this sign down at the corner of Commerce Street, and it reminded her of our friend Scooter whom we first got to know through the music of Patsy Cline.
When she took this picture, last year, she didn't think of the boot sign as architecture, just a funny coincidence. But of course it is. Sometimes the most interesting thing about a building is the signage.
