The part about cravats is not at all true. They make me think of Jane Austen, and if there's one thing that IS true, it's my undying, burning dislike of Jane Austen and her works. But I do like alliteration.
I also like TV, eclairs, and the odd mix of coke bottles, salsa, floss and paint thinner that is currently adorning my kitchen table. I have some great people in my life.
Today has been pretty uneventful. It's the kind of day that just rolls on by, big and bright and comfortable. No real moments of revelation. Just pure, unadulterated existence.
This picture is one of the many on my bedroom wall:
Paris Street; Rainy Day, by Gustave Caillebotte. I don't know what it is about this painting, but it calms me. That's what I want my life to be like. Muted colors and shining cobblestones. Sharp company and a blurred world. Seeing life through rain-flecked glasses, head turned outwards while everyone else looks down.
I don't know. It's appealing.
Just like today. Sometimes, you need the gloriously mundane. Then again, there's still several hours left in the day for everything to get shot to Hell. Hopefully I didn't jinx myself.
But it doesn't feel like that will happen. Even if it does, I think I'd just shut my eyes and let today roll on, smooth and unhurried.
2 comments:
Totally wrote about that painting in my poetry class. I wrote from the perspective of the cobblestones. They were not happy. Your take is much more happy.
It's a lovely painting.
What is a cravat?
I was in a second hand bookstore on Saturday and they had a complete Jane Austen collection of first editions for.... $40,000. I was tempted to get it for you and then I remembered I don't even make that money in a year.
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