You've got a ketchup stain on your shirt

Posted on Saturday, January 25, 2020

If you are anything like me, you start packing before it is time to move. You can sense Autumn in the first day of Summer and in profound Winter you can already see her coming...Spring with her crown of flowers and 3 in the morning dreams. You know before you know. You know when things are coming to an end. When the cake in the oven is ready. When the doorbell will ring. The exact song that would cure all your sorrows if you listened to it right now.

We are getting older by the day. Today I've unsubscribe from all the shop's newsletters. Ain't nobody has time for that shit. We are getting closer to something we've been creating. I miss sitting on the beach, just talking, the hands perusing the sand while we talk. People have so many ideas. It's really beautiful. I've color organized my wardrobe because that's the kind of stuff you can only do when it's Saturday and your plans were brutally dismissed. I don't like surprises that much.

But about the wardrobe...I no longer separate trousers from dresses or shorts, now everything is next to each other by color. It's really cool actually. So there's that in having your plans canceled. I do have a curious amount of white clothing. I could start wearing only my white clothes but in a small town I'm already too much of an attention driver just being me (and ocasionally talking to myself, but who doesn't want to live as a bohemian old lady when you are still young?).

The cat has a big scar. January, the month of the cats they say around here. And yes you can hear them, fighting for the hot chick. Or cat in this case.

But try the wardrobe thing. It gives this marvelous sense of abundance and order and creativity at the same time.

You know what? Life works in circles. And if you are anything like me you know that soon, really soon, my wardrobe will be a mess and someone will notice the ketchup stain in your shirt.

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