Signs of Life, 2015. Venice, Italy. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved.
I know, I know. I really shit the bed with my plans to post everyday.
I could rattle off all of the reasons why I skipped this past week, but I feel like that’d be boring and counterproductive to the idea of moving onward.
(And upward, of course.)
So anyway. Here we are.
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A Few Things on Snap’s Mind That May or May Not Be of Interest:
1. It’s Election DayWeekMonth Year(?) Here in The US.
Ugh. I don’t even know what to say anymore. But let us reach for compassion, education, intelligence, and humanity. And just fucking vote. I mean, have you readHorton Hears a Who?
2. I’m Chilled to the Bone, Yo.
And it’s only November 2nd. I plan to scorch my skin in luxurious shower water every chance I get. (And also tell myself that my iced coffee habit isn’t contributing to my frigid feet.) (takes a sip)
3. The Sweet-Baby RV is Ready for Adventure.
We’re not planning to steamroll through any winter wonderlands or anything, but our home on wheels has had a serious makeover, and I’m itching for another trip. The Sweet Husband installed beautiful new seats, gorgeous plank flooring, and a classy copper backsplash in the kitchenette. Friggin’ sweet.
4. Open Your Eyes.
I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again: Time moves at a frightening pace. I feel like I wake up, blink my eyes, and it’s 2 o’ clock again. Baby, computer work, reading, chores. Time for bed. I have to carve out time to live.
5. The Return of The Red-Headed Snap?
I haven’t dyed my hair in over a decade. These wiry silver hairs are. . . there. And, I’m not so sure I’m cool with it. If I’m going to get back in the Tori Amos hair club, I should probably do so sooner than later, and gradually. Don’t want to frighten the child, yo.
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How are you today, Dear Reader?
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SnapDragon is an educator, artist, and mismatched pajama-wearer.
I Think Her Name Was Mary, 2017. Petaluma, California. Original Photo by SnapDragon X. All rights reserved, yo.
I would pay good money for an assistant.
She wouldn’t have to be like the well-dressed intern, screwing up Starbucks orders we see in the movies.
Nope.
She, or he, or they would be just your average human, eager to help, with ball-point pen at the ready.
Let’s call her Violet.
And in all sincerity and simplicity, Violet would help me keep my shit straight, yo.
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She’d organize my day into neat, responsible rows of task-trekking.
walking a mile around the neighborhood; developing plot lines; organizing baby clothes; power-napping; reading current events from reliable sources; sending hand-written notes to loved ones; emailing; painting; snuggling.
She’d have it all organized, and appropriately paced. She’d remind me to stop and drink some ice water, or coffee, or both. She’d put extra shelves in the closets and batteries in the smoke alarm and remind me to cover my hands in cream before bed.
Violet would not be a housekeeper, but a keeper of time; she’d be the internal clock I rely on but inevitably ignore.
The day has started.
Eyes are open.
And there are many-a-thing to be done.
What will we accomplish, dear Violet?
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SnapDragon is a teacher, artist, mom, and possible number one fan of the egg & cheese sandwich.
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