Only Once

There are some things you can only do once. Well, I guess in some ways you only do everything you do once because nothing you repeat is actually the same, it's an iteration of what came before....but that's not what I'm talking about. I'm talking about the ability to rationalize calling for a Chinese banquet delivered to your house, picking coins from the sofa cushions to pay for it, because last night you had your Hen Party and tonight you're hungover and hungry. Chinese food by delivery is not something you ever do and, to be frank, you'd never eat it in bed. But tonight, tonight you are hurtin' and could possibly eat your fiancee's arm off if you don't have some white rice--not from a bag, not from home, from a Chinese restaurant, OK!--and you've already changed into your pyjamas and you have just enough coins in the jar. That's when you can only do something once. That one glorious moment of relishing in the fact that you are so in love--and last night you were totally wasted.

Times When I Remember I Live in England

Overheard conversation walking to work today:

"It was a fence. This is Britian--EMPIRE."

Best thing I heard all morning.

Wedding Blogga'

Ok, so maybe blogga' is a totally made up word, and mis-spelled at that, but seriously I have been on a roll when it comes to write about the details for my legal hitchin' ceremony. I don't know what it is, but maybe because the big day is one-month away (officially) from today that I am start to get a bit relaxed and have a bit more fun in writing about it. Plans are a bit more solid too, and it's less of a "I think this would be a good idea" and more of "This is what we've decided and doesn't it rock?" kind of thing.

I seem to be able to blog all about it, and still make my fiancee laugh (thank goodness). The writing there though, one a day, it's not coming so easily.

Although, today as I walked to work on the first spring morning I really felt I could call spring, I was thinking, under the pitter-patter of mind-chatter, I was thinking in poetry.

A Pink & Purple Zig-Zag Quilt

Today I finished a beautiful quilt. The quilt top was first, then sandwiching the fabrics together--patterned top, batting, a white backing with pink hearts. It took shape before my eyes, suddenly became a tangible object with a function and a purpose. My lover said, 'Think of all the moments that will happen with that quilt.' I tried to smile.

Poetry

We took a train...

Then, we went by car to see

where we ate scones with jam and drank glasses of sparkling wine

for anything her heart desired

For Sunday - Mother's

for anything her heart desired

For Saturday - On the balcony

where we ate scones with jam and drank glasses of sparkling wine

For Friday - A Means

Then, we went by car to see

For Thursday - En Route

We took a train...