Posted by samantha on Apr 26, 2014 in What I Think
Why is it…
…that I am terrible remembering names — but good with faces — especially when it comes to pets? I know all my neighbors’ dogs’ names, but only a few of the owners’, even though I’m friendly and speak with them often.
And for that matter, why should I remember the remotest fact about a person I met once, yet I can’t remember when or where that I met them? I can recall what they were wearing, what they said about their cousin’s new car, or who they were roommates with but can’t remember if they were in class with me, marched in band with me, or were in some random conversation at a rare party I was convinced to attend.
Some things make you go, “Hmmm.”
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Posted by samantha on Apr 25, 2014 in What I Think
Each night that my husband has rehearsal I try to find a new task to tackle. Sometimes it is the weekly cleaning list; other times it is a craft or a space to organize.
Tuesday night I decided to clean out the drawers of a certain piece of furniture that had obviously not been organized since I was in my first apartment. Of course I found new items, receipts and things from more current times, but also sketches from a dear friend I dated in high school and even some bizarre poetry I wrote.
In the spirit of entertainment, here is some weird poetry from me about 10 years ago.
<6:36 p.m.>
It happened one night.
I don’t know how.
Do I care, no, only
that it came to me.
I did not mean for it;
just felt it creep in
and settle deep within.
And then this seed grew,
Made a whole new complete.
I do not think to
be without it again
is a possibility that
I even crave at all.
Too long, an addiction
more than a tolerance to,
and bound, behold, I am.
Yet it happened one night.
I don’t know how.
Do I care, no, only
That I fell in love with you.
The Nighttime Promenade
I walk.
The ert, ert, ert of my treads
scratch on the sandy concrete.
Wet pavement.
As the wind tosses at curls
better kept behind ears,
which are alive with the sound of
the inevitable nighttime.
A glow, distant but warm, reflects
in the searching eyes.
I walk,
stirring crickets and still
of the evening air.
I have been here before.
Once upon a time…
but then, fairy tales were real.
Now there is only the
soft pounding on the sidewalk.
Fireflies dance to a mystic music
in the growing dark.
Do I know where this path goes,
My lonely sidewalk?
No, but I know I’ve been before.
So I walk, banging out the rhythm
Of the nightfall, the dark promenade,
with ert, ert, ert.
I walk.
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Posted by samantha on Apr 24, 2014 in What I Think
I think my generation saying something is the “best thing since sliced bread” seems kind of ridiculous.
When have we ever lived without sliced bread?
Maybe we should say the best thing since cellphones, or instant mac ‘n’ cheese, or the country of Moldova.
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Posted by samantha on Apr 23, 2014 in What I Think
My puppy Piper is an enoculator.
She likes to remove the eyes from her toys.
But not only has she removed the eyes, whether stitched, plastic, or printed, she gnaws them off and proceeds to pull the stuffing out through the holes where the eyeballs used to be.
At first it was really hilarious to watch the process take place, but as she got several months older, it took even less and less time to remove the eyes and pull out the stuffed animals’ innards.
Now we have a stash of a pterodactyl, shark, pig, cow and cartoon helicopter, all of which have no eyes.
After a “Criminal Minds” marathon I’m concerned my 10-month-old puppy may be on her way to completing the serial killer trifecta.
And yet, she’s so darn cute! Let’s just hope she limits her victims to fluffy toys….
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Posted by samantha on Apr 21, 2014 in What I Think
I’m not sure when this began. It’s just another one of my idiosyncrasies, like always saying “Kyrie Eleison” [Greek: “Lord, have mercy”] on the third recitation in Mass.
Or singing a particular song when ordering from a specific fast food place.
In any case, there are three things that I can’t leave the house without, and it isn’t what you think.
1. Wedding ring
2. Earrings
3. Mascara
Before I got married there were only two items, of course. And my husband despairs that I never worry too much about having my phone nearby. (It is often in another room, and I have to run to that room to answer it.)
Still, I always have these three things on when I leave the house or intend to be seen by someone. If I don’t have one of things, I have a feeling of incompleteness. Now, that doesn’t mean I can’t tackle tasks or go on with my day, but I just feel, well, not at my best.
This means I typically keep a spare pair of earrings and a second tube of mascara in my purse, just in case.
So if you ever see me without these three things, you can bet I wasn’t planning on leaving the house, because I would rather go out with freshly washed, wet hair than not have my fair eyelashes tinted.
Or I was running really late, because I am perpetually running late. Another reason I keep back-ups in my purse.
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