This is my picture in the paper! My wonderful cousin Audrey took this picture- isn't she a genius?
Monday, October 31
In the paper!
This is my picture in the paper! My wonderful cousin Audrey took this picture- isn't she a genius?
Friday, October 28
My husband-
An Ode-
To my husband-
Who fixed my car- twice-
Who always talks to me- even if I'm trying to sleep-
Who does the dishes- when I haven't- and they start to stink-
Who enchanted me with his green shirt-
Who took me to Sweetlips on our second date- and didn't kiss me for eight months-
Who pronounces it franchiSe instead of franchiZe-
Who eats my weird concoctions-when I am coooking-
Who helped me duct tape posterboard teeth on my car for Halloween-
Who gets me water when I have a headache-
Who knows everyone- and remembers their name- so I don't have to-
To my husband-
An Ode.
To my husband-
Who fixed my car- twice-
Who always talks to me- even if I'm trying to sleep-
Who does the dishes- when I haven't- and they start to stink-
Who enchanted me with his green shirt-
Who took me to Sweetlips on our second date- and didn't kiss me for eight months-
Who pronounces it franchiSe instead of franchiZe-
Who eats my weird concoctions-when I am coooking-
Who helped me duct tape posterboard teeth on my car for Halloween-
Who gets me water when I have a headache-
Who knows everyone- and remembers their name- so I don't have to-
To my husband-
An Ode.
Thursday, October 27
I am at work
I am at work
I am bored here
I can't have lunch
My car won't start
Sometimes things stink
By Chara Watson
I am bored here
I can't have lunch
My car won't start
Sometimes things stink
By Chara Watson
I'm trying to post a picture- I don't think it's working...
it worked this time!!!
This is a picture called, "The Tree of Life" it's by Klimt and I like it.
Friday, October 21
kind of made me laugh
Poem: "Other Nations" by Kate Barnes from Kneeling Orion. © David R. Godine. Reprinted with permission. (buy now)
Other Nations
For Maxine Kumin
I used to think women who talked baby talk
to their animals were the rock bottom. Now I'm not
so sure. Now I open my moth
and hear, coming out of it, :Is you
a good, good dog?" words that are falling
in their light, descending order to two pricked ears,
a hairy face, a glowing eye, an unbroken
concentration on the excellent, bone-shaped dog biscuit
I'm holding up, increasing our pleasure
with some slight, prolonging chitchat.
My neighbor Zoë,
at twelve, cries to her cat, "Oh, dearest, darlingest
Wooshiekins!" as she presses extravagant kisses
on the round head of a pale, torpid marmalade
who doesn't seem to mind (but her silent father
gets up and leaves the room).
"They are other nations,"
my own father wrote, "caught with ourselves
in the net of life and time." Of course, he meant
the wild ones, but our household allies, too,
link us to a greater world. We wish
we could speak their languages; and, meanwhile,
they learn ours.
When the rein snaps
while I'm driving home in the buggy, with Blackberry
trotting hard, grabbing the bit, through the rush
of a blustery March day, I don't start hauling
on the other rein and risk tipping us over
or starting a runaway; I call to him loudly,
"wa-alk�wa-alk" and after he does that
he hears me say, "Whoa!" and he does that.
So how can I ever
praise that huge person enough, those twelve hundred pounds
of best behavior who may just have saved
my life? I get out and tie the ends
of the parted rein as he rolls
his questioning eye, and I pat
his strong, damp neck, repeating, over and over,
without thought, a mantra of gratitude to gods
and animals. "Thank you," I say, "thank you,
thank you, kind fate, thank you, my good, good friend!"
Other Nations
For Maxine Kumin
I used to think women who talked baby talk
to their animals were the rock bottom. Now I'm not
so sure. Now I open my moth
and hear, coming out of it, :Is you
a good, good dog?" words that are falling
in their light, descending order to two pricked ears,
a hairy face, a glowing eye, an unbroken
concentration on the excellent, bone-shaped dog biscuit
I'm holding up, increasing our pleasure
with some slight, prolonging chitchat.
My neighbor Zoë,
at twelve, cries to her cat, "Oh, dearest, darlingest
Wooshiekins!" as she presses extravagant kisses
on the round head of a pale, torpid marmalade
who doesn't seem to mind (but her silent father
gets up and leaves the room).
"They are other nations,"
my own father wrote, "caught with ourselves
in the net of life and time." Of course, he meant
the wild ones, but our household allies, too,
link us to a greater world. We wish
we could speak their languages; and, meanwhile,
they learn ours.
When the rein snaps
while I'm driving home in the buggy, with Blackberry
trotting hard, grabbing the bit, through the rush
of a blustery March day, I don't start hauling
on the other rein and risk tipping us over
or starting a runaway; I call to him loudly,
"wa-alk�wa-alk" and after he does that
he hears me say, "Whoa!" and he does that.
So how can I ever
praise that huge person enough, those twelve hundred pounds
of best behavior who may just have saved
my life? I get out and tie the ends
of the parted rein as he rolls
his questioning eye, and I pat
his strong, damp neck, repeating, over and over,
without thought, a mantra of gratitude to gods
and animals. "Thank you," I say, "thank you,
thank you, kind fate, thank you, my good, good friend!"
Friday, October 14
The weekend from Jonesborough!
Well, the weekend went well. I am especially excited to announce that National Story Night took in three hundred some odd dollars as it's profit this year. This is actually very good considering the state of things. Long story...
Josh and I are thinking about Camping tonight, but we will see how that goes. It's been cool here. I am glad.
We went up to Roan Mountain on Monday and took some awesome pictures- I will have to post them sometime this weekend when I can get to the library. I really need to figure out how to post pictures from work.
Speaking of Work. Have I told everyone how much I love my job? It's been quiet here this week, and that's good. Last weekend went well but no one likes a seven day work week.
My Niece is turning 2 this weekend!!!!
Happy Birthday Haydn!!
Unbfortunetly I will be missing the small party in her honor. However I will be bringing her a present (hmmm... what do you get a 2 year old who most likes to play with naked baby dolls?) when I see her next.
Chara
Josh and I are thinking about Camping tonight, but we will see how that goes. It's been cool here. I am glad.
We went up to Roan Mountain on Monday and took some awesome pictures- I will have to post them sometime this weekend when I can get to the library. I really need to figure out how to post pictures from work.
Speaking of Work. Have I told everyone how much I love my job? It's been quiet here this week, and that's good. Last weekend went well but no one likes a seven day work week.
My Niece is turning 2 this weekend!!!!
Happy Birthday Haydn!!
Unbfortunetly I will be missing the small party in her honor. However I will be bringing her a present (hmmm... what do you get a 2 year old who most likes to play with naked baby dolls?) when I see her next.
Chara
Wednesday, October 5
hee hee
Just as I posted the last post my sister made a comment... So you're bored, huh? Not me.
I tie dyed some tee-shirts the other day and mine came out great.
Laura, have you ever thought about using dyes as a medium for art? It can be lots of fun- plus you could make all of john's socks any color you wanted!!!
Chara
I tie dyed some tee-shirts the other day and mine came out great.
Laura, have you ever thought about using dyes as a medium for art? It can be lots of fun- plus you could make all of john's socks any color you wanted!!!
Chara
AHHHH!
everything is crazy here.
my eyelid has been twitching for DAYS!!
the festival starts friday and the THursday night benefit concert is TOMORROW!!!!
I think we are ready, but you never really feel like it, I guess.
I'll post some pictures sometime next week.
Chara
my eyelid has been twitching for DAYS!!
the festival starts friday and the THursday night benefit concert is TOMORROW!!!!
I think we are ready, but you never really feel like it, I guess.
I'll post some pictures sometime next week.
Chara
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