long been something to cultivate.
i will go to trader joes shortly. i will pick up ingredients for the next two soups i plan on making; soup week is upon us. i've litten a candle in the bathroom, small, nutmeg, not a favorite, but available, eager. the sound of the dishwasher-- lovely, a favorite-- is muffled by the door to the kitchen closed. funny thing, a swinging door there. now i know its purpose. 3 months.
more light in the living room than ever, and a coffee table for my feet (shhh.) paper crafts strung up; a beautiful person as a roommate; luck.
i decided to not walk to mr. music today to buy a quarter inch-to-quarter inch, so that i might amplpify the weak signal sounds of my new-old electric guitar. why the change of plans? i did not realize it was raining, until i stepped outside, unprepared. the wrong jacket, the wrong pants. how i didn't pick up on this through the pushed-up blinds or the distinct sounds of wet car tires going by, i do not know. i walked down the avenue, stopped at my car to get my wallet, it was not there, i brought some things inside instead, which i was planning on doing after the music & skincare stores, like the way back, you know, to combine trips, and brushed my teeth instead, new game-planning. hmmmmm. check my computer, which had only lived at the kitchen table today, for the weather-- rain not stopping. new app: maps. mr. music hours: till 6pm every other day of the week, today 5. okay. then another day. and i have enough moisturizer and toner for another few. hmph.
it would only be right to walk to mr. music on harvard ave in allston-- it would be wrong to drive there, or park outside on the way back from trader joes. it would also be imperfect, inadequate, to go there in the rain. i envision a regular walk, beautiful for its normalcy and ease, just 3 minutes away. great use of the location of my apartment. commendale version of the activity, yes.
this is always the way it is.
i hadn't planned go to trader joes so early in the day, had 2 things to do first! so in this found space, discovered gap, i can open up a new html file and explain to you my thinking, my living, because i do figure this process to be of most interest-- or it should be, well. that i really do mean it, the walk, how it should be. and its no pain to me, to alter, to adjust so that reverence might be saved, appropriate. it's a contented way.
so, my phone has not left my bedside table all day, from where i put it last evening, before a gorgeously restful, peaceful, ideal sleep. weird dreams with welcomed characters. a messy, but clear-walled room to wake up to. a place i'm so glad i am. sounds of the trolley from the window. quiet. but people all around. i love living here. i love this rug underneath the new coffee table. i love the wood in this room. i love the buildings on this side street. i love the membership to the skincare store. i love the memory of trying, failing to apply falsies for the first time on the other side of this fireplace wall. i love that i may cook soup for my roommates tonight. i love them. i love me. i love to operate. i love to switch tasks, to cross off, to eat the frog. i love tea, our mugs, the shared kettle. i love all my shoes. i love my car, and the thought that i will take everything out of it later, that i recently made it clean, that i recently hung up so much in my bedroom, that the housewarming went so well, the story of the cops, the laughs, the hugs, the introductions, the porch. i love my life here. i love what i have done. i love that after some days i can accept what i still can't do. i am grateful. i am loving towards myself. it makes for a great sunday.
love,
kate
sun nov 30 2025 1:41pm