I just wanna come on and make a memory: of being in Denver, of Jarrod and our friend in the kitchen, cooking dinner, and I’m being lazy at the table eating a massive acai bowl with strawberries and bananas (which I’m allergic to) and blueberries and peanut butter and cohoclate chips and (yeah it’s huge) granola and honey drizzle…
How I’m to eat dinner later I do not know. I’ve been eating potato chips by the plate (and large plates), we had pancakes (with protein) and maple syrup and apple sauce and butter. And home cooked egg-potato-sausage casserole (I didn’t know what a casserole is until today) and chicken enchiladas with cream sauce.
We had to go out to buy slippers cos the house is a shoe-wearing household and we didn’t want our feet covered all day.
It’s been cold. Chilly. Sometimes comfy, sometimes too cold. My calf seized up in the night and I’m taking that as an excuse to eat potato chips (extra potato chips).
It’s also dry. My skin needs moisturising. Which I’m trying to keep on top of. It might snow on the weekend. (anxious excitement)
We also had taco bellll and… tonight’s dinner is Jarrod’s fried rice and egg with onion and steak. Steak is cheap here. Cheaper.
We’re getting static shocks all the time though.
It feels like home. It is home, I mean, for a while. There’s music playing with Alexa, and it’s playing Brandi Carlise and vibes, and it’s just so… American. XD
We were riding in a Jeep (JEEP!) and there were mountains in the distance. MOUNTAINS. Snow-capped mountains. Actual snow. Mountains.
We had ice cream! Good ice cream.
Are all my memories food?
Just listened to Angel with Sarah McLachlan and Emmylou Harris.
Oh no, I’m full, and there’s… a quarter of the acai bowl left…
Take it sloww..
Oh yeah. I also just realised my hair is long. I mean, it should be obvious to me, because it’s shoulder-length, but I never realised it. Friend bought hair clips and asked if I wanted some and I tried them and realised how long my hair was.
I hope home feels like this. Like food and music and calm, friends and love and rest. Like soft spaces to live in, with too many cups and decor chosen with love.
YEah. That’s probably the post.
And oh, something from my paper journal:
To be in love, well and happy.
That’s the best wish, I think, and as a prayer to ask from the Divine.
🩷🌧️✨
Image of an acai bowl, bananas and blueberries by Wyatt Bing from Pixabay.
