Observations from the world.

From flickr user road_less-travled. This is a building near where I live.

A man holds a garbage bag full of rumpled white paper towels.  He puts his cigarette out inside a big USPS Mailbox.  His eyes pingpong in their sockets.

A kid riding a too-small bike has a haircut that makes it look like he’s receding.

A very fat woman wearing a lavender T-shirt plays on an iPad while her five dirty children run around her in circles.

A girl on roller blades wearing plaid cutoffs wheels a black cat down the hall by my studio.

The girl who lives on the first floor of my building sells pink lemonade, I want to buy some, but have no cash; she offers, “Lemonade?” I say, “no thanks.”  She won’t make eye contact when I tell her “good luck” on my way out.

In front of the building where I keep my studio, a man wearing jeans takes a picture of a printed email that’s been taped to the gate with blue painter’s tape.

An old, thin man on a geriatric scooter makes his way across the street via a light that’s not in his favor.

The six-word memoir

I think it was Jamie who posted a bit about the six-word memoir postcard project.

Here’s mine for today:

Delayed understanding is her specialty.

What’s yours?



OBX post: Writing home & the Beach

This is my first time in the Outer Banks.

I am here because I have generous friends who love me, not because I am actually rich enough to go on vacation.

Getting in the ocean first thing today, and drying off saltily in the early sun and breeze was lovely. I enjoy the water, less the sand and heat. I took a shower in the outdoor shower stall at our condo, but disturbed a bunch of mosquitos as I dried off, so now I have a collection of welts on my belly and back.

Here are some cool pictures I took.

Light house across the dune in Corolla at 8:00 a.m.
Listen, I know it’s a little lame to just take a picture of the ocean like that, but I don’t get out much, and this struck me as magnificent this morning.

I also got some post cards to write, and I’m having fun with them!  I forgot how awesome it is to send mail when one is on vacation.  My mom told me that she used to “live for” my mail home from camp.  That warmed my heart right up.  I used to love writing the letters home.  I did it with a kind of thorough excitedness.

Here is a picture of my pile of postcards:

Yes I am working in bed. What’s it to you? I’m on vacation for chrissakes.

I miss Child.  More than I thought I would.  We’ve been apart a lot this summer.  It’s not really that cool.  But it’s good for her to be with Grandma, and with my sister who she won’t see very often for a some years starting in August.

On her postcard, I wrote about what I bought her (an on-sale, glow-in-the-dark t-shirt), and how much I miss her.

Did you know that post card stamps cost 32¢ now?  I remember when it cost less to mail a letter.  I think the last time I sent a post card, it was 23¢.