Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Flypaper thoughts, some from the road

  • New York city is not in Tennessee.
  • In TN that middle-aged woman likely has her hair coloured and that baby is her third grandchild.
  • In Manhattan that middle-aged woman is letting her hair go grey and that's her first child in her stroller.
  • In Tennessee they have big trucks.
  • In NYC they have big sidewalks.
  • Knees are to bodies what zippers are to garments.
  • Not the same warranty.
  • In Tennessee they say to me "don't get in a rush."
  • In NYC I walk faster to keep up.
  • Why did I forget to buy buttons?
  • My daughter hired a doula for help with her breastfeeding.
  • The baby now nurses standing up.
  • Looks odd works great.
  • New York is about a lot of small. Small spaces, small shops, small room between people.
  • It's not anonymous, it's close.
  • They don't tell you that. 
  • It's sort of comforting.
  • I heard frogs outside my window in Tennessee. 
  • I swear.
  • On the phone Miss Scarlett said to me "Babs I am going to go to your house as soon as I can."
  • That's why I came home.
  • I love New York.
  • I love Tennessee.
  • I live in Nova Scotia.
  • This is my home.
  • I was born on the prairies.
  • You never know.
  • You just never know.
  • Anytime I walk into a fabric store I am no longer a traveller.
  • These are my people.
  • This is the home I carry with me.

2 comments:

Karin said...

My sister is 36 years old with her first baby. She can't wait to go grey because it is "so chic." My hair is naturally curly, and substantially grey. I die it like a fiend.

Susan said...

Missed your musings when you were gone. You always offer me a new way of looking at life. I really agree with your current thoughts on being a traveler and fabric stores. Thank-you!