Phoebe North's Blog, page 10
February 26, 2012
Updates from a Sick Bed
. . . and we're back!
I've been sick the past few days, since returning from vacation. I've spent a lot of time in bed watching anime, reading metafilter, and viewing every single episode of the Nostalgia Chick that I could find. Because I will have to entrench myself in work soon (edits!), I wanted to pop in and say hello.
Hello!
The ocean was beautiful, as expected. Because whatever illness I had was germinating, part of me wanted to just enfold myself in the warmth of the sun and not think...
February 15, 2012
Things I’ve Seen
Some recent pictures:
Snow slippers!
Basil flowers!
Gluten-free cookie of my heart!
My head!
That dude!
hmmmmph!
I hope your Valentine’s Day was as good as ours, even if it wasn’t quite so full of cookies, chocolate-covered strawberries, or Indian food!
I’ll be out of town for the next week on a well-deserved vacation with some lovely people. Expect lots of pictures! Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. Write when you find work! (etc. etc.)
Things I've Seen
Some recent pictures:
Snow slippers!
Basil flowers!
Gluten-free cookie of my heart!
My head!
That dude!
hmmmmph!
I hope your Valentine's Day was as good as ours, even if it wasn't quite so full of cookies, chocolate-covered strawberries, or Indian food!
I'll be out of town for the next week on a well-deserved vacation with some lovely people. Expect lots of pictures! Don't do anything I wouldn't do. Write when you find work! (etc. etc.)
February 11, 2012
The Selfish Book Lover
In her blog, my friend Fran asked what books you share.
The answer is simple: I don't share no stinkin' books.
I used to. When I was fifteen, sixteen, I loved lending out books–sharing words that meant the world to me or else foisting those words on others. Until a boy I liked taught me a lesson about that.
I'm not sure if I want to get into details, but I'll tell you this: he had very blue eyes and lived very far away. He thought about things, and I liked him a lot for that. In my hometown, it ...
February 8, 2012
On Not Being a Poet
I call the above Twilight Self-portrait with Bags Under My Eyes. Yes, I am a tired Phoebe.
I was just talking to Sean over IMs about poetry, of all things. He asked me for some recommendations, and I began to wax excited about Richard Siken. Then I thought: maybe I should post one of my old poems on my blog. After all, they're not going publish themselves, and I stopped sending them out long ago.
Combing back through those old document folders is always a little strange, a little difficult. So ...
February 6, 2012
On Being a Grown-up
Sorry I disappeared this weekend! We were very busy, putting together furniture and rearranging our bedroom. The results are above (also: can you find the hidden husband?). The black dresser is new and the headboard is new and we've had the rickety old vanity table for awhile, but it being in the little alcove is new, too. New writing space!
It all looks and feels very settled, very grown-up. I'm surprised by how much this pleases me–but it probably shouldn't.
I love being a grown-up. When...
February 2, 2012
Sammy Katz Loves TV Time
To be honest, so do I!
February 1, 2012
Crazy Dollar Warehouse Outlet
I wasn't sure what pictures I was going to share with you tonight, gentle reader. Spent most of the day inside, tinkering with a book. But then I went out to the grocery store, and spotted a store at the end of the strip mall that I'd never noticed before.
The Crazy Dollar Warehouse Outlet.
And it was just a veritable cornucopia of images!
For just $30 this panther rug can be yours!
Resident bird.
Resident . . . elderly . . . baby.
what is this I don't even
I searched and searched and still...
January 31, 2012
Schmoopy
We met when I was eighteen. The first thing I noticed were his fingernails, trim and neat. Nicer than mine, by far, with my chipped nail polish and acrylic paint underneath them.
Funny, the way life surprises you. I'd always expected to be single for a long time. When I fell in love, I thought it would be with a lean, tall, dark man. Maybe someone who went to raves or had tribal tattoos. Not this guy with a big dorky smile and killer sense of humor and beautiful hands.
Anyway, my life as it is ...
January 30, 2012
Action shot!
Yes, I am one of those people. Those people who take their cats for walks. On leashes. While wearing their pajamas.
(No hair rollers, though.)
Sammy Katz used to be a wild creature, stalking through the Central Florida college town where we lived, beheading lizards and squirrels and, once, a large crow. He was also fond of getting stuck on roofs. And crying. And fighting with his nemesis, the orange cat who lived next door.
Blame it on my husband. He moved in, and convinced me that all these...
