Posts Tagged With: Neil Gaiman

Saturdays, soup and happiness

Saturday.

The house is quiet and the ambience lazy.

Chicken soup simmers on the stove.

Windows open, a cool breeze wafts in.

The dryer hums in the basement.

Hubbs and I refill our coffees and look towards the day:

  • No plans.
  • No schedule.
  • No particular place to be.

Happiness.

I feel it seeping in.

“October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: “It is simply a matter,” he explained to April, “of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.” ― Neil Gaiman, The Sandman, Vol. 4: Season of Mists

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Random 5 Friday – Carry on, visitors, stories and mittens

It’s Friday and I’m feeling random – here we go!

Traveling this week and found 3 consistencies:

  1. “Carry-on” is a joke.  Everyone carries a bag the size of a couch + at least one more thing.
  2. People smell.  Most don’t mean to, some don’t care, but you just can’t jam that many people into such a tight place without experiencing breath that smells like a goat’s toenail.
  3. Babies cry on planes, their ears hurt, getting huffy about it doesn’t get us there any faster.

Also, I notice different things where-ever I go:

  1. More people, more noise.  Everywhere. Inescapable.
  2. Visitors form a kinship with each other – in the nation’s Capitol the first tip-off are all the name badges, the second are that the people wearing them are the only ones visiting with each other, the “regulars” buzz by in a blur.
  3. Everyone has a story to tell; this week I traveled with a middle-aged lady and an elderly dog, an excited young family, a new father with a shared 4-H background, and an older gentleman with an elegant chapeau. Humanity, gotta love it.

Coming home I noticed the following:

  1. Long lines at McDonald’s; 0 at the salad bar
  2. $6.00 water, $5.00 apple juice and $4.00 bananas, see #1
  3. On the flight to Michigan, someone holding up their hand to point to where they’re from.  Smiling.   Home again.

 

Wherever you go, you take yourself with you.”
― Neil Gaiman, The Graveyard Book

 

mitten state

The Mitten State

 

And how was your week? Any randoms to share?

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Secret worlds

In my secret world, beds are always made and my kitchen always sparkles.

this is not my kitchen

In my secret world, I am never late and every meal I prepare is healthy & balanced.

not balanced but no one cared

In my secret world, when I dance I am graceful and daring and hardly ever Elaine-like.

Seinfield’s Elaine dancing

In my secret world, I’m witty and wise and everyone wants to be my friend.

or not

“Everybody has a secret world inside of them. All of the people of the world, I mean everybody. No matter how dull and boring they are on the outside, inside them they’ve all got unimaginable, magnificent, wonderful, stupid, amazing worlds. Not just one world. Hundreds of them. Thousands maybe.” ― Neil Gaiman

Care to share what’s going on in your secret world?

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