"How does a person be without you there to be with them? The butter doesn’t spread. The music doesn’t play. The calendar is longer than it has ever been. " even copying and pasting that makes me feel choked up. Such an eloquent statement of loss. Thank you.
Mornings when you wake up and your husband is out of town and your teenager had unusual early plans or slept at a friend’s. The whole bed. The whole silence. The whole day ahead with all its slow quiet possibilities ❤️
Love the idea that the thoughts about the day before determine the quality or mornings. Maybe that's why journaling in the night before bedtime is important.
SO fun reading to the soundtrack - I've never had an audio-literary experience like that before!
I love how you capture the essence of a whole experience in one line, like this one capture *that particular type of interaction within a couple*: "Who am I kidding, they always move slower. 'What if there’s traffic?' you demand to which they say 'at 4am?'"
Early flight morning nailed it (also yes, the other person is always too slow! The only thing that has helped me with this is moving to a place where the airport has one gate and the agents try not to smirk when they remind you that you should really get there an hour ahead of the flight)
And camping! It’s a long way off still, but camping season is coming and I’m so excited for that first morning waking up in the tent. Thank you for these beautiful vignettes!
Is there a song for an “I forgot to set the alarm” morning? Five years into retirement I don’t often need an alarm but I do on Sunday mornings. Church? you may wonder, but no. On Sundays at 7:30 our fitness center publishes the classes for the week, and quite literally if you snooze, you lose. You don’t get a spot in the Drum Beats class, where you drum on a stability ball to the beats of songs you know all the words to. Or at least I know all the words. First world retired white woman problem, but still. Dammit. I even requested a song for this week - Pink’s Never Gonna Not Dance - although I don’t know if she came up with a routine for it. Thanks goodness there’s still Not Really Any Rules Women’s Water Volleyball to look forward to!
This is now one of my favorites you’ve written 💖. I read each to their respective song. (Do I get an A-plus? Extra credit? I am such a good student.) Also I’m not crying at the camping one, you are. 🥲
Morning as the day's conductor? Oh, I love that way of framing it! Also love the little slice-of-life vignettes, detailed succinctly enough to almost—ALMOST—be poetry instead of prose. This is one I'm going to have to enjoy several times over!
"How does a person be without you there to be with them? The butter doesn’t spread. The music doesn’t play. The calendar is longer than it has ever been. " even copying and pasting that makes me feel choked up. Such an eloquent statement of loss. Thank you.
Mornings when you wake up and your husband is out of town and your teenager had unusual early plans or slept at a friend’s. The whole bed. The whole silence. The whole day ahead with all its slow quiet possibilities ❤️
Love the idea that the thoughts about the day before determine the quality or mornings. Maybe that's why journaling in the night before bedtime is important.
SO fun reading to the soundtrack - I've never had an audio-literary experience like that before!
I love how you capture the essence of a whole experience in one line, like this one capture *that particular type of interaction within a couple*: "Who am I kidding, they always move slower. 'What if there’s traffic?' you demand to which they say 'at 4am?'"
Hahaha, this was beautiful and hilariously accurate. We’re really all living sooo many of the same experiences. 🫶🏼
Favourite read this week. Thank you, Kelton!
I love this so much! <3
This was a delight! Thank you!
Loved this so much! 💜
Early flight morning nailed it (also yes, the other person is always too slow! The only thing that has helped me with this is moving to a place where the airport has one gate and the agents try not to smirk when they remind you that you should really get there an hour ahead of the flight)
And camping! It’s a long way off still, but camping season is coming and I’m so excited for that first morning waking up in the tent. Thank you for these beautiful vignettes!
Is there a song for an “I forgot to set the alarm” morning? Five years into retirement I don’t often need an alarm but I do on Sunday mornings. Church? you may wonder, but no. On Sundays at 7:30 our fitness center publishes the classes for the week, and quite literally if you snooze, you lose. You don’t get a spot in the Drum Beats class, where you drum on a stability ball to the beats of songs you know all the words to. Or at least I know all the words. First world retired white woman problem, but still. Dammit. I even requested a song for this week - Pink’s Never Gonna Not Dance - although I don’t know if she came up with a routine for it. Thanks goodness there’s still Not Really Any Rules Women’s Water Volleyball to look forward to!
This is now one of my favorites you’ve written 💖. I read each to their respective song. (Do I get an A-plus? Extra credit? I am such a good student.) Also I’m not crying at the camping one, you are. 🥲
THAT TROUSDALE SONG! Gah, I cried my eyes out when I heard it live from them a couple months ago. <3
"Waking up in a tent" pierced my heart because the trees are kin and I love waking up in a tent and won't again until June.
Morning as the day's conductor? Oh, I love that way of framing it! Also love the little slice-of-life vignettes, detailed succinctly enough to almost—ALMOST—be poetry instead of prose. This is one I'm going to have to enjoy several times over!