Archive | June, 2011

macgyver style living

27 Jun

a weekend of weekendness, the first in far too long,
complete with pancakes, closet rehauls, and a few macgyver moments.

did you know, for example, that following a bookshelf’s assembly directions isn’t always productive?
that target advises an enormous pilot hole where it may in fact not be needed?
and that in the end said pilot hole may work best as an unexpected vase for a faux flower bouquet*?

this is true.
i tried it for you.
you’re so very welcome.

what happens when abby gets drill-happy.

cheers to a week with long-awaited family and the surprise macgyver in us all.

*cheers also to luke, who stumbled on me, drill in hand, worried expression deepening, and suggested a wall-bouquet would heal all wounds.

celebrating in connecticut

20 Jun

unfortunately not pictured: three plus hours of dancing, the debut of team barnhart does bocce, the beautiful bride & groom, a charming b&b, the best french toast casserole in connecticut, a view of NYC from the tappan zee bridge, and more from the farthest north east i’ve ever been!

while you were out

13 Jun

i left piles, made messes, but always closed the blinds.
i ran errands, a few miles, and the air conditioner plenty.

i spoke softly, around noon, to the first person i saw each day.
sometimes the mailman or a phone call, once accidentally at the morning news.
you would have laughed, too,
at me and the faux pas.

i stayed up later, unsure, of the creaks and the whir of the fan.
the sound machine sounds different from your side of the bed.

i watched t.v. – too much – seasons and seasons of a latest addiction.
i cried for fictional texas strangers & jumped at the neighbor’s bike starting.
i took out the recycling.
i walked alone.

i was mostly fine, with just enough time, to think myself under a rock.
especially at night,
when the stillness settled thick,
i wondered myself to sleep.

where were you?
what time was it?
were you comfortable and at peace?
what new vistas would change the way you see while i sleep?

as i checked the lock or shopped for one,
i couldn’t help but smile . . .
for the minute by minute truths your awayness brought home:
how much i am me,
home is home,
and this life is as sweet as it is,
because you’re mine.

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posted in anticipation of a late night airport pick up after 2 weeks away.