Two-Bit Musings.

Step One: Coffee.

Top of the morning, Dear Reader.

Baby Snap is snoozing, my freshly-washed curls are wrapped in a tee shirt bundle atop my head, and I currently do not have a cat or two demanding treats or attention.

I’ve also got a hot coffee in my Canada mug, and the WordPress Community quite literally at my fingertips.

It’s a precious moment of solitude.

Anyway, I say this after feeling like a mummy trapped inside a 33-year-old body.

Brittle.

Haggard.

Worn the eff out.

And, I might add that I feel this way as a privileged white woman.

(She takes a breath, shakes her head. She will not give up. Educate. Liberate. Vote.)

But since I’ve decided to reboot my blogging efforts, which somehow always makes me feel like the best version of myself, I’m going to focus on the whimsical, weird, and just-for-the-hell-of-it today.

The worries of the world can wait.

. . .

Three Little-Known Things About SnapDragon X.

1. I have never seen an episode of Keeping Up with The Kardashians, ever. And, *big shock* I’m cool with that. I have no clue what that family even does, or why they are so famous. Consider me officially not caught up.

(Have I said this before? I’ve definitely said this before.)

2. I pretty much hate peanut butter. I’ve tried to like it. I just. . . can’t. It’s too dry, too thick. Unless it’s in a Reese’s, I’ll take a hard pass on the PB, thanks.

3. I have an undiagnosed sleeping disorder. For real. I have outlandish dreams. Nightmares. Sometimes I’ll be certain I had a conversation with someone, only to discover it never actually happened during my waking hours.

(snort)

Life: Why’s it gotta be so weird sometimes?

What’s a little-known fact about you, friend?

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SnapDragon is an educator, writer, artist, and unapologetic Weird Al fan.

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Two-Bit Musings.

Little Did She Know.

Once upon a time–or, really, about twelve years, twenty pounds, and a box of hair dye ago–I worked at an ice cream shoppe.

I took a certain pride in my important, dessert-based work.

Candy combinations. Cream in the hopper. Icing perfectly dolloped.

I was good at it.

And even though it was “just a job”, it got me through college.

It was, in a lot of ways, my home.

I spent hours with those people. Laughing. Discussing life in all its uncertainty. And I will never see them again. It’s most unlikely, anyway. That, or we would simply fail to recognize each other.

And it’s funny: more than a decade later–two degrees, a teaching career, a marriage, dozens of plane rides, and a beautiful son later–I’m a stone’s throw from that same ice cream shoppe.

And when I hear certain albums (namely, Boxer by The National) I’m suddenly back in my Corsica, driving to work. Pulling my almost-black hair into a ponytail, and treating myself to a cold brownie slice as I set up business for the day. Feeling both the thrill and anxiety of my 20s, weaved together in a sort of oddly-comforting blanket.

Little did she know.

(she smiles)

Yes, my friend.

For maybe the best is yet to be. *

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SnapDragon is an educator, artist, and homemaker who enjoys life in the slow lane.

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*Quote by Robert Browning

Two-Bit Musings.

SnapDragon’s Farm.

Reach for It, 2020. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.

Is there anything more satisfying than seeds springing to life?

Two summers ago I deposited an entire envelope of morning glory seeds at the base of our cast iron plant stand. It sits to the left of our front porch, and I thought the twirling vines would look oh-so-romantic, as Anne of Green Gables might say.

And they did, in fact. Until my Sweet Husband went to prune them, and his hands began to swell into beast-like paws.

Oops.

So, I might need to learn a thing or two when it comes to the gardening game, including not planting things we’re allergic to.

But I can still try.

And a girl can still dream. . .

. . .

If I had a farm, it would be a sizable plot of land.

Our farmhouse would sit in a modest covering of pine trees, ones we would cover with bright colored lights each winter.

If I had a farm, it would be a vegetarian’s delight:

rows of lettuce; broccoli; cauliflower;

cucumbers on the vine; watermelons the size of your head; grapes ripening on a trellis a mile wide.

If I had a farm, we’d have animals just as pets:

a family of horses;

a family of goats;

a family of pigs splashing in a buttermilk bath.

If I had a farm, Dear Reader, it would have homemade pies in the window.

Apple! Peach! Chocolate pudding!

There’d be an enormous wreath on our door, made of flowers you’ve never heard of.

There’d be muddy boots on the porch and

a wooden bench down the lane to serve as a perfect reader’s nook.

Oh yes.

A girl can dream.

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SnapDragon is a reader, writer, and occasional afternoon-napper.

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