Monday, May 03, 2021
Sunday, May 02, 2021
Saturday, May 01, 2021
not in a full way/just kidding
but I summon/succumb
start assuming our story as reality--
no--a fantasy--something festal
--or elastic as seasons
and still--don't know where I'm going
but I'm going and I'm arriving
where you will embrace me
On this windy, spring day: At graduated today with honors in Poli Sci and History. Jim Daniels as commencement speaker was a pleasant surprise.
Friday, April 23, 2021
Sunday, April 18, 2021
My sweet Nu made me a matching rainbow kandi bracelet and taught me how to trade it proper P.L.U.R.-style.
Definitely the highlight of my weekend.
I'm worried about Covid spikes in MI and even more worried about the tsunami of numbers coming out of India. Extremely worried for my parents who got their second vaccine shot last week, and are experiencing some persistent and alarming discomfort / symptoms.
Wednesday, April 14, 2021
Nu isn't allowed to say the "B" word.
None of us really do--but I did buy some Bitchin' Sauce because the name made me chuckle (and it's tasty!). Now the sauce is all gone and Nu has a new earring.
And it's definitely making a statement.
Sunday, April 11, 2021
I can barely make sense as it swells
like lichen or love, the secrets it tells
Drawn between its vague borders
[Picture from my perch where I was reading in the afternoon sun; wearing a faded, stained--but still favorited--summer blouse; marveling how the cherry blossoms are here practically overnight.]
Tuesday, April 06, 2021
summing up the end of day
admitting only small things
the clasp of malaise
the wake of a stare
the rest is baited prayer
Monday, April 05, 2021
Jasmine and bougainvillea are blooming in the tea garden. Also, gloriosa, geraniums, violets, and begonias which have wintered safely inside for years now. (Not in this shot, cyclamen and pansies from the grocery store earlier this year.)
I'd gotten into a pattern where most of the time I spent in the garden was maintenance time.
There really wasn't time or much sunshine today, but I found a spot (of time and sunshine) and sat there with a tall glass of lemonade quietly by myself (no work, companions, books, music, crafts, etc.).
Saturday, April 03, 2021
willing like magic
identity shifts and orbits
to you, to me
to open actuality
we try to scribble it
here we are; there we go--
still hurt, counterfeit
Friday, March 26, 2021
Wednesday, March 24, 2021
Sunday, March 21, 2021
Friday, March 19, 2021
I can't even attribute something expansive/altruistic/noble to the last jag. I've had an infected spot that remained even after a two-week course of antibiotics, and I'd made an appointment to see my doctor on April 20th, which seemed far enough in the future that I didn't have to worry about it for a while. Big A thought that was rubbish and said we needed to go to urgent care TODAY. That was terrifying. He promised his hand to squeeze if it hurt and to buy me Taco Bell if I went. So I went. (He wasn't able to be in the room--Covid rules--but I got lidocaine and it didn't hurt as much as I had feared it would.)
I've discovered Taco Bell late in my immigrant life. People were raving about the return of the fiesta potatoes on my social media and earlier this week, I finally understood their adulation. Fiesta (potatoes) forever!
[Pic is some rainbow flashes on the library walls from all the crystals in there.]
Friday, March 12, 2021
to the wind, all the liminal seasons
don't wear out my name with wails
who'll need my name for new ways,
Thursday, March 11, 2021
Woke up not at 100%, but knowing I just couldn't take any more time off. My email box was terrifying, and it took hours and hours to take care of things that had piled up in 48 hours away and get back to a zero inbox. Did I use my "BinBox"™liberally? You bet I did.
Getting things done helped me keep my energy levels up and I'm glad I work with caring/forgiving colleagues. Tons of advising, opining, advocating, celebrating, and mediating on the student front.
An invitation-only workshop that was postponed last July has been rescheduled for this July, and despite being vaccinated, I just didn't feel ready to commit. My response surprised me, because I thought I'd be excited about travel... I'm a mystery to myself.
Oh. And I made sure to enjoy the surprise hyacinths popping up all over the house from the bulbs I pressed into assorted planters at the beginning of winter.
Wednesday, March 10, 2021
Totally missed my 8 am meeting because I slept through it.
Did not expect to be wiped out for so long--I planned for Tuesday's set of classes, but what about Thursdayyyyyyy???
Rallied for bestie KB's talk, then back to bedddddddddd... (Full disclosure attended from bed.)
Tuesday, March 09, 2021
It was a fever haze.
Hearing "FedEx broke your Little Free Library, Puppy" did not make sense.
Also did not make sense: "I'm going to ask your mom to use her video to make it right" "What will you do for food in the holocaust" (Think that was meant to be "apocalypse" not "holocaust.") "Step out of your comfort zone like a kite live daringly." (Did not know "daringly" was a word, but no squiggly line.)
Luckily, I guess, only the FedEx thing was true.
So many neighbors offered to help fix the library though and that was lovely.
Friday, March 05, 2021
I wore a sari to work yesterday because I felt festive + I want to normalize saris and the difference they embody on my PWI campus. It was one of the intentions I had shared at the beginning of the term with my WGSS class, so when I showed up all floaty and colorful, they seemed quite happy and proud for me.
I may have tied it too high ("where's the flood?"--the snarks at my high school might have asked), but for the most part, I was comfortable and didn't trip. The tripping thing has been one of my most frequent excuses, so I had to re-evaluate why I don't wear saris to work.
Other Indian aunties are wearing saris to everything from construction jobs to yoga to designing spacecraft. Why don't I? I really do think it's because all the ones I have are gifts and meant for festivities and too shiny or drippy with zari/fake pearls/pompoms/gems/stonework. I need a sari wardrobe for work--but I feel weird buying stuff for myself so soon after a day when I got so many presents.
This one, BTW, is a 'house sari' discard from one of my mom's visits. In fact, it was from her first visit when At was a newborn, so it's nearly 22 years old. Very nearly vintage. Wild.
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