Saturday, March 28, 2009

drunk on spring

It's 11:30 a.m.

I'm perched on a dining room chair, albeit removed from the dining room, on my very own back porch. Our backyard isn't much to look at yet: cracked slabs of concrete delineating a patio, a 10 square foot patch of tired, brown grass with tire tracks etched in it from or car's attempt to park during the thaw, and two-by-fours slapped together to form a quick porch.

But it's our patio, it's our yard, it's our porch.

I should also add to this touching memoir the fact that I haven't yet showered, my hair is in a hasty bun (...should that be a name for a bakery?...), and I'm in my housecoat. Our brown "puppy blanket" (made of muppet-like material that feels like a...puppy), a wedding gift from an Italian aunt on Andrew's side, is over my lap. The whole image, I would expect, must give the appearance of an invalid except for my iBook which, perched on my knee, and in alliance with a steaming cup of Earl Grey tea alters my brand to "crazy writer".

My neighbour has let out her yappy Pomeranian, Rocky, out into her yard to terrorize the people strolling along our back alley. She informs me that he was raised with much bigger dogs, so thinks he is one. "Cookie?" she bellows. Rocky, silenced, gallops to the back door expectantly. The trick has a 30-second time lapse.

My neighbour, Rocky, the sound of someone sweeping, a buzz saw from four (five?) houses down, the fat sparrows' committee meeting, the azure sky, the nip of under 10 degrees, a touqued child being pulled down the lane in a wagon, 11:51 a.m. with no pressing engagements for the rest of the day.

Shaken, not stirred.

6 comments:

Andrew G said...

it begins!

lois said...

Sabbat...God's rest... Heb.4:3-11...*sigh*

Jacob said...

"my hair is in a nasty bun"

as bakery names go, it could be worse, could be

"Nasty hair is in my bun"

Your Ill-fitting Overcoat said...

I'd stop at Hasty Bun every morning before work for a pain au chocolat and a cup of coffee.

I just stumbled across your blog and I'm smitten!

Sarah Aubrey said...

OMG, Ill-fitting Overcoat! I recognize your tag from...Pacing the Panic Room?...The Sartorialist?...anyway, one of the blogs I stalk. I'm so honoured to have smitten (?) you.

Joy said...

An unexpected snow... and yet there is a reason for every season...

Joy.