should I (did I)

Reflecting on the year that's almost completed.
I know who I am and that's mostly good.
I have an idea of who I could be.
Of what I could do. It will take a lot of work to get there.
Some loneliness. Some lone-time-ness.
I hope to accept the scariness of what I'm about to embark on and do it anyway.
More soon. Today, I'm reflecting.

elise navidad

My gift to you--a couple of snaps from the local Kidd Valley. Those vinyl seats are so pretty!

in other news

It's Saturday! Man do I love weekends. Sleeping in, some cuddles, hot java, a run through cool mist to do some writing. I stopped in at ETG for coffee and said good morning to my barista buddies. To their credit it was solidly past noon and yet they did not blink, they just said morning and hooked me up with the uzhe, drip coffee, boiled egg, cinnamon roll. Hell yeah.
Some funnies here.
And just when I despair over fb, cool friends share the headsup on a couple of new to me bands: Disclosure and GRiZ.

sie haben miteinander etwas zu tun oder...?

words from the ladies'

Words of wisdom from the ladies room at Rebar.

recipe

Don't think I've said much about my grampa Bill. He was a tough old guy, worked on oil rigs in western Kansas most of his life and gardened and cooked in his spare time. The man had a way with candy--the holidays were a glutten fest of fudge, divinity, peanut brittle, and his fruitcake. A little fruitcake goes a long way, but I dug up the recipe the other day and with some customization--candied citrus from DeLaurenti and a splash of rum--I think it'll be delicious. Also, the recipe card is spotted with batter and was handwritten by my Mom, which makes it extra special. Miss you Momash.