1. these beads.
{reorganized by someone small.}
2. this pen.
{and finding a replacement ink cartridge here.}
3. these cards.
{in a new spot.}
4. these cut up cukes.
{for smelling exactly like bath & body works circa 1998.}
5. these pickup sticks.
{newly unearthed and presently beloved.}
other things:
we aren’t all in the same boat. (the new yorker.)
all of those things feel pretty good.
see how the math doesn’t make sense?
no good things until there are no bad things at all, which is why good things are bad.
Ok, thank you for linking W Kamau Bell and convincing me to watch the Fast Car performance because now, even though I'm crying (every. damn. time. with that song!), I appreciate that I got to reassess my knee-jerk biased response to a white male country singer daring to touch it. She looks magnificent and the entire time he looks like he knows that sharing the stage with her is the highlight of his career. Which it is.
I, too, love refillable pens and that particular stationary store is within walking distance for me this week and next. Also, pick up sticks were a big hit with my then-27-year-old son when I included them in a care package sent to him while he was serving in the Peace Corps. And, yes, seeing and hearing Tracy Chapman sing "Fast Car" at the Grammys grabbed so many of our hearts. Also, Erin, congratulations on getting an advance copy of your book! Small moments of joy during yet another week of horror and awfulness in the world.