I was at the beach the other day. It was cloudy and I didn’t really feel like swimming, so I sat and listened to the conversations of my neighbors. Because I’m nosy like that.
Hey blog friend! It’s me, Dishy. If you’ve been worrying about me since my last painful post, wondering whether I have recovered from the loss of my former parrot, Kiwi, the ingrate, let me just say: I am okay. I’ve been coping well since Kiwi abandoned me without a word, and I am not harping on it, at all. In fact I hardly think about her, like ever, whether she’s met someone new, who looks like me, but will never be me. I mean, AS IF. After giving her the best 10 years of my life, acting like her damn slave, and…
UPDATE: I AM HOME FROM MY ROAD TRIP!!!
Yes, I do realize it’s February 2016 and my trip ended last year. But I didn’t want you to think I’d forgotten about you. I really tried to blog from the road, but after 2 nights pecking posts onto my iPhone, exhausted from driving and my wonky ear, I said FORGET THIS. Road trips are supposed to be fun! So please just sit back, pretend it’s 3 months ago, and enjoy the ride.
Matches. Matchbooks. Matchboxes.
Tiny little nothings made to be used and thrown away. So utilitarian most people don’t give them a second thought.
But not me. I love matchbooks. And I love collecting them.