When You're Not Looking

A toad visited in my doorstep last night.

Is that some kind of bad omen?

Anyway, I think he wanted to come in from the rain, but was just too shy to ask.

I'm eating strawberries and bananas just like we did in champaign. a year from then, and now i see that i wasn't all that lonely and that it was beautiful.

you shouldn't wish your life away...

Arby's offered me more money, so i decided to stay. nothing too exciting there. We just fired a couple of the employees that drove me up a wall and hired some potentially good new people.

I've missed home lately. well, not home, the house that was my home. When you live in house your whole life, it becomes more than a domicile. Its family. Its your aunts unmistakable laugh, your uncle's collection of doodles on napkins, and your mother's embrace. I know where the floor creaks in the kitchen, the floorboards that come up in the room where she died, and where my great-great-great grandfather's name is on the staircase banister. That house is my history. I've always felt so grounded and centered there.

random to-do: i need to buy lightbulbs
random lyric: i have two roads to walk down and one road to choose, thinking over...
random movie quote: living life in every breath, in every life we take
random memory: my cousin and i used to pretend to smoke uncooked spaghetti.

posted by molly @ 8:42 PM 2 comments

I spent July 4th weekend, afloatin' and aswimmin' on the River Neuse. A great weekend, really. I mean, I did some thinking and some bonding this weekend.

Maia, a girl who lives two floors up, and I cried during the fireworks on July 3rd. I was there last year, a military wife with her husband in Iraq.

Worrying, crying, missing.

I've basically avoided other military spouses from the beginning. I met more than a couple of military wives this weekend. Its such a weird bond. You automatically have this understanding.

Anyway, it was a peaceful and reflective weekend. I scored a tan and am flashing noticably more blond (blonder?) hair. I see myself, embracing this "redneck" life. Ok, maybe I'll just put a boat on my wishlist right after $1500 in my savings, a degree, and buying our first house. Oh yeah, and moving a little further north.

I put my two weeks notice in at Arbys yesterday. Fast food management has rubbed my patience to one small, sad nub. There are days that I wish I was Christian (or some kind of religion) so I could pray for patience and then offer up my frustration.

That stuff doesn't work for me. So its time to move on. Funny thing: All the managers are talking to me about jumping ship.

posted by molly @ 7:13 PM 0 comments