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notes on the morning of January 3rd, 2021

Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic. I was looking through an old issue of The New Yorker from July by my bedside, I’m working my way through my ever accumulating stack, and came upon an article on how we dress now (or then, but still now), during the pandemic, focused on pajamas in particular, the history of (Coco Chanel is involved) and then some current standouts the writer mentions which led me to google a few. I did not save any to cart, I only searched and searched. And I wondered how much longer wearing comfortable clothes will be a thing. If someone would make a dress made from sweatsuit material I would wear it. Like a midi length caftan sweat dress? Now I know that does not sound sexy but with sweat socks and some clogs. Come on. Come and get it. I gather from a one-eye-opened-scroll through Twitter that our democracy is now in Mike Pence’s hands? Fuck those guys. With apologies to fucking. It’s my grandmother’s birthday today. (I’m working on my segues.) Or would have been if she were still here. On earth. Thinking about her now, I wish I’d been more cognizant of this while she was alive but, you know, everyone has their own, lone, individual winding road. Not everyone is loved by everyone. Not everyone comes through their life experience having been self-realized and happy or knowing their purpose. Some people just get through and get by. And depending on when you meet them you have a different experience with them. My grandmother, when she was young, or at least in her mothering years, was by all accounts more difficult to appreciate. But by the time I came into the picture, she really hit her zenith because she was a shining light for me. So happy birthday, Grandma Jeanette. And thank you. I wish you were still here to share some love with. But I carry you with me on my ring finger,…

A Night In

I wanted the drink so I drank.
I let it in through the front door,
my tongue the welcome mat,
my throat, the foyer
then down the hatch.

So This Happened Last Night

So this happened last night.

The Weight and The Wait

I flashed some fiction. XO

Auto Pilot

A poem. Freestyled.

Pep Talk (a poem)

Sometimes you need a pep talk in the form of a poem.

Is There A Doctor On Board?

Is There A Doctor On Board?

A doctor is needed on board a party boat.

Insomnia Is My Co-Pilot

I can’t sleep, so I have myself a chat.

My Spidey Sense

Wherein I encounter a spider and tell you all about it.

POSSIBLE CAMPAIGN SLOGANS FOR HILLARY CLINTON 2016

Hillary’s announced she’s running, but does she have a campaign slogan yet?

Girls, Girls, Girls

I’m a grown up.

Larry Mullen Jr.’s Corned Beef and Cabbage Recipe

A friend asked me to post this recipe when he saw it mentioned the other day. So, without further ado…

Other Things U2 Considered Giving Away For Free

The latest record wasn’t the only thing U2 considered giving away.

Homer's Donut Struggle

Donut dash

Wherein I’m reminded, once again, it’s all about how you look at it… the donut or the hole.

Francois Truffaut and Julie Christie

Cookies

The guy at the counter appeared beleaguered.

The Scorpions

So this happened this morning…

I woke up at 6am with a 2-beer hangover, and from there, things got kind of crazy.

notes on the morning of January 3rd, 2021

By Rachel on January 3, 2021

Nobody wants to get up. The dogs, they lay here even after I’d made the move to get coffee. They’re watching the neighborhood through our bedroom window. Squirrel show, random traffic. I was looking through an old issue of The New Yorker from July by my bedside, I’m working my way through my ever accumulating…

A Night In

By Rachel on March 14, 2020

I wanted the drink so I drank.
I let it in through the front door,
my tongue the welcome mat,
my throat, the foyer
then down the hatch.

So This Happened Last Night

By Rachel on March 9, 2020

So this happened last night.

The Weight and The Wait

By Rachel on February 20, 2020

I flashed some fiction. XO

Auto Pilot

By Rachel on October 16, 2019

A poem. Freestyled.

Pep Talk (a poem)

By Rachel on October 4, 2019

Sometimes you need a pep talk in the form of a poem.

Is There A Doctor On Board?

Is There A Doctor On Board?

By Rachel on January 21, 2016

A doctor is needed on board a party boat.

Insomnia Is My Co-Pilot

By Rachel on September 19, 2015

I can’t sleep, so I have myself a chat.

My Spidey Sense

By Rachel on June 3, 2015

Wherein I encounter a spider and tell you all about it.

POSSIBLE CAMPAIGN SLOGANS FOR HILLARY CLINTON 2016

By Rachel on April 12, 2015

Hillary’s announced she’s running, but does she have a campaign slogan yet?

Girls, Girls, Girls

By Rachel on January 14, 2015

I’m a grown up.

Larry Mullen Jr.’s Corned Beef and Cabbage Recipe

By Rachel on December 29, 2014

A friend asked me to post this recipe when he saw it mentioned the other day. So, without further ado…

Other Things U2 Considered Giving Away For Free

By Rachel on December 26, 2014

The latest record wasn’t the only thing U2 considered giving away.

Homer's Donut Struggle

Donut dash

By Rachel on November 30, 2014

Wherein I’m reminded, once again, it’s all about how you look at it… the donut or the hole.

Francois Truffaut and Julie Christie

Cookies

By Rachel on August 6, 2014

The guy at the counter appeared beleaguered.

The Scorpions

So this happened this morning…

By Rachel on July 9, 2014

I woke up at 6am with a 2-beer hangover, and from there, things got kind of crazy.

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