Fridaville Friday

March 5th, 2010

Moving into a newly designed web site is daunting…my words seem to rattle around and disappear in so much white space. I’m used ¬†to the happy shack above, all neon-soul and prayer flags and twinkle lights. And that’s the Fridaville I want to preserve because that’s where my imagination rents a room. In the color of the cherry blossoms in spring, the smell of the rosemary bush by the gate and the songs of the wind chimes on a blow-your-house-down winter night. A Fridaville Friday means latching the gate behind me, going through the mail, pouring a glass of wine, putting on the softest rattiest pajamas I can find, reading poetry or People magazine, eating cheese toast with fig jam for dinner and watching a cheesy true crime TV show. In Fridaville, Friday night is a holy ¬†threshold between work time and rest time…the best time of the week.

One Response to “Fridaville Friday”

  1. Sallie says:

    Sleep well and no hibernating… Spring is coming!

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