Quack Quack Quack
There it is, my new motto for the new year. Usually I have something in mind before January even appears, but this year wasn’t handing me anything. And then yesterday while walking down Belmont it made perfect sense: two thousand seven was like trying to herd cats. But two thousand eight is all about ducks in a row.So far, in just nine short days, they’re waddling into line. You could start every sentence about what I’ve done in the past week and a half with “I finally.” I finally visited my parents on the east coast. I finally ordered a new laptop. I finally opened a bank account in Portland. Plus I’ve seen three movies, babysat a hamster, read something by James Joyce cover to cover for the first time, completed level three database-builder training, and baked a parsnip spice cake with ginger cream cheese frosting for tonight’s Misunderstood Vegetable Potluck.
All that and I even managed to have the sort of Sunday morning that reminds me just why I live here. I walked to one market for the paper and juice, and then to a bakery three streets over for still-warm rolls. I met two dogs. I spread out the Times and read all the parts I like best. One article quoted the French maxim Reculer pour mieux sauter. Draw back the better to leap.
2007: Reculer. 2008: Sauter. Et canards. Quack quack quack.
posted by tortaluga @ 4:16 PM
3 Comments:
que guy.
yeee haw for 2008. to a year of quack.
Il n'y a pas beaucoup de canards en oregon. Mais s'il y en a, tu peux les trouver. Bon courage!
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