(Well, son, I'll tell you/ Life for me ain't been no crystal stair...)
Yeah, as soon as you read how the mother talks to her son about nails sticking up, and bare spots and "boards torn up," you start to think, Oh. And *SHE'S* STILL CLIMBING.
So I can too.
This is the power of poetry.
Hallelujah for poets. (Especially Langston Hughes.)
My friend Lilly shared this video from a poetry slam a few months ago, and it still just gets me.
"You can set the world on fire! All you have to do is BREATHE."
I've been crying on the bus this week. At first I thought it was because I was reading Flora and Ulysses--have you read it? A real tearjerker, but SO WORTH IT. Who thought a squirrel being vacuumed up would turn him into a superhero? I can't believe it took me ALL YEAR to get to reading this book, but it was just the right time, I need the encouragement DiCamillo's words give me, RIGHT NOW.
Work is complicated right now. Let's not go there. Oh, but some guy put our library in his will! So that's joyful and joyful always = uncomplicated.
Uncomplicated thoughts? I would LOVE to go to the beach, or barring that, Sandcastle, tomorrow. (Sandcastle is a water park right outside of the Pittsburgh city limits, and has just enough rides that it's fun, but not too many that you feel like you can't do them all in one afternoon.) I generally go after 3 p.m., to a) miss the harsh sun rays of the midday and b) save some green. I'm all about taking care of my skin and saving money. Or how about making some? My foray into Mary Kay is complicated right now, see above, work is complicated. You don't jump-start your home-based business in the summer if you are a children's librarian.
(It's like retail Christmas, in case you're unfamiliar with Kid's Summer Reading.)
More uncomplicated thoughts?
Hmmm. Morning baths and evening walks. I've been getting more of those in. The ducks at the reservoir are SO CUTE. Right now there are three families with ducklings. The teenagers, the not quite tweens who have mostly lost their fuzzy, and the fuzzy ducklings, our newest group. I hate not having a camera, but going to the AT&T store to get an iPhone 5 just seems...complicated. (Do not judge me.)
The past two days it's been coffee shop coffee and drugstore breakfast sandwiches. Money not well spent. Ah, the commute. (Catching a bus means you gotta get out of the house, pronto.) (As opposed to driving, where one minute later leaving means 1 minute, not 20 minutes off schedule.)
Oh, sorry! I got back to complicated.
Uncomplicated thoughts?
In the middle of writing this, GAY MARRIAGE is now legal in every state in the union. I prefer to only think about the uncomplicated joy that this creates for so many people that I love. (I realize it is not uncomplicated, but the JOY is uncomplicated.)
Cupcakes. Very uncomplicated.
My favorite librarian J has arrived for her Friday shift.
It's Friday and I have two days off in a row! Oh, and I don't have to fast tonight for a blood test tomorrow, because all the Shadyside appointments for my cardiologist got cancelled for next week. JOY!!
This tweet, which today makes me want to cry...
.@rbuurma: "When you use a library catalog, you are collaborating with generations of library catalogers." #rbms15
— Kelli Hansen (@Bibliokelli) June 25, 2015
(But practically anything will tip me to the tears side today.)I need a fun book to take with me when I take myself OUT for lunch = uncomplicated. I've been good almost all week eating in. Yesterday was unplanned. (So it doesn't count?) But I had leftovers for dinner.
See? I can make anything uncomplicated, complicated.
Goldfish. Nope, one died when I was in 2nd grade.
DAMMIT!
Hi, I'm Sarah Louise, and I'm a complicated "think everything over ten more times than it needs to be"-aholic.
Hi, Sarah Louise.
