Sailing Home

I am feeling contentedly optimistic

about no time but the present right now.

Lost in the fact that things are ok.

Who knows about tomorrow,

but for now.

It's simply ok.

Because despite child-drama,

mundane domestic tasks,

and frustration in general,

I still have my friends

and my health,

and beautiful flowers

and music and cool

zephyrs in the evening light,

tinged purple.

And that, I guess,

is called a slice of happiness.

Just like cutting yourself a slab

of lemon cake.

It's light and overall pleasant,

sunny in flavor and somewhat uplifting.

And despite realizations of my

thinking that is becoming overtly rationalized

and boring, I think there's a remedy to that.

An anecdote I'm seeking to find.

And I'll quest long and hard if that's

what it takes to turn back

this evolution taking place

within myself.

I will do all in power to restore

more creative thinking.

Oh.

Music you all ought to listen to,

simply because I said so:

the soundtrack of "The Squid and the Whale"

-folksy, somber, uplifting, and quirky, all in one.

Favorites: The Swimming Song, Courting Blues, and Let's Go.

The Cave Singers

-specifically "Swim Club" and "Summer Light" (The KEXP live version is best, I think)

Yes. So, all is content,

and things run smoothly along like they should for the most part.

I'm just waiting to get that good shaken-up feeling though,

not the bad kind, that makes you feel nauseous, just the good

kind that makes you feel all riled up.

Yeah. So I'm going to try talking to you at some point soon.

There are things I'd like to say.