One day the smallest things mean everything…and another day the big things seem quite small and insignificant. There are days when I look around at all the things I have and I ask myself what do they even matter? What does the couch matter?? What is important? Is it the organization of the shoes by the door? Is it the thoughts that I think? In the end, you can’t take anything with you, but you can leave things behind. How should they be left?
Can people feel thoughts? Can you feel my imagination?
It’s amazing how something as small as a little piece of paper inside of a stale fortune cookie can make you think about life….even if it is sort of a cliche quote.
This guy isn’t ready to say goodbye quite yet. He’s hanging in there…looking more and more awesome and more and more like an old, one-eyed, grouchy woman every day.
Every day, I come home and look at him and think ‘maybe it’s time to clean up the Halloween decorations and pumpkins,’ but every day he/she gazes up at me and my laziness wins. It wins a lot.
It’s only been like 10 days since Halloween. People leave Christmas decorations up until at least February. They do, I’ve seen it with my own eyes. And the stores put out holiday decorations over 60 days in advance!!
I think I’m allowed to keep this wonderful, shrivelly relic a few days longer. The big fuzzy spiders too. They’re good friends now.
Until this forecasted polar vortex whooshes down on us again… then my grumpy pumpkin friend, left out in the cold, is probably going to slash my tires and put a potato in my tailpipe.