Blog Manifesto

Blog Manifesto


This blog is dedicated, as the title would suggest, to the qualities of being young. We are young writers. We are playful and sensitive, fluid and changing. We are unashamed with our art. We wonder at the world, puzzle over the meanings of things and twirl in delight at images and ideas that float by, grabbing at them as they pass. We are curious and constantly inquiring and prying concepts open and taking assumptions apart. We are on the ground, close to the earth. We have bare feet and wiggle our toes into nature. We carry our blankies still and wrap up cozy and comfy with each other and tell ghost stories and shiver at creepy things. We laugh and we cry and we take a lot of naps, drained from our outings and exertions.

We write as gifts to each other, tying them up in ribbon and leaving them around for each other to find, hiding and waiting for the person to wake up and read. Surprise! We weave our stories together to create a bond. One writes, then the other. then another again. We have a shared reality that we have crafted, bit by piece by patch, by string. We write simple, honest authentic things, with our unique voices. You can tell each one of us from the other, without knowing who wrote what. Our voices are clear and gentle and original. We whisper and our personalities roar! Like children, our feelings are strong, our passion for what we write shakes us. We are moved and sometimes left breathless, by our own words or the words of each other. We cannonball into each others spaces. We fall backward into each others writing, like into a pile of leaves or a soft bed. We gobble and grin and ask for more. (footnote kudos to JC)

Then we go to bed, wake up to a new day and do it all over again!

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Our GPS should tell the truth.

I would like to see a modification made to our GPS.  Something extraordinarily useful.

"Turn left on Griffin Rd."  it says in a neutral female voice.  "Go three miles, your destination is on the right."

See what I want it to have said.. was..  "Don't bother going 45 minutes through heavy traffic and construction zones down to Ft. Lauderdale to look at a scruffy old Ford Explorer that looks like it has transported sick dogs, when your wife wants that pristine Volvo wagon you saw yesterday."

"Just make a U-turn and take her to Denny's, you know she's hungry."


We've got this system of resolving conflict in our marriage called the Really, Really.

If I really want to do something, and maybe hubby doesn't.  We do a "Really" check..

"I really want to go shopping"    "ooh shopping.  I really really don't."
Two reallys trump one really.

The other day I pulled out my veto card,  It trumps Any and All Reallys.

Then he pulled out one himself.  I was 4 Really, not wanting to look at a car down in Sawgrass. He used his veto card and down we went. I was a good sport.

Now this morning we are without any veto cards left for a while, on both sides.  Hubby wants to go to another wild goose chase trip to look at a car at a shady back lot dealer.

Sure, I say,  but you OWE me.  and he does.   It was such an annoying exercise in futility.

What shall I get for this boon?  IPAD,  mmmm?  new clothes? mmmm?  Stored up Good will to be used later?

We shall see.
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