- bird tracks in the first snow of the season.
- the penis drawn in the steam on the window of the gay bar.
- picking up a new catch phrase.
- surprising people with how much I eat.
- seeing familiar places in tv shows that were shot in my city.
Category: grace in small things
grace in small things. 292 of 365.
- “it’s like a biblical flood but in reverse.”
- syrup metaphors.
- “final destination? HORROR.”
- Maggie Gyllenhaal.
- quiet nights in and things on tv that make me laugh out loud.
grace in small things. 291 of 365.
- black pigeons.
- snow that makes a noise when it hits the ground.
- watching teen dramas.
- not being in highschool anymore.
- free iphone apps.
grace in small things. 290 of 365.
- eating dinner while lounging on floor cushions.
- being crafty with a paper bag and some green bouquet filler.
- deciding not to go back to work after supper.
- my newly discovered motivation to wash dishes.
- hot baths and good books.
grace in small things. 289 of 365.
- wearing camping socks and my dominatrix boots.
- secrets that are safe with me, and you and you and you.
- things that make me laugh for hours after they happen.
- being granted sanctuary.
- upholding the tradition of causing a ruckus in a public place.
grace in small things. 288 of 365.
- unexpected flowers.
- cold mornings and happy thoughts.
- having staring contests with my fish.
- taking covert pictures of strangers.
- talking to a man I used to love.
grace in small things. 287 of 365.
- glee.
- mulled wine.
- presents of chocolate.
- cats sitting on radiators.
- buying tools to decorate a friend’s wedding cake.
grace in small things. 286 of 365.
- the perfect day for bringing home a new friend.
- fulfilling Dr. Seuss’s prophesy of one fish, two fish, red fish, blue fish.
- picking the first fish I saw, even though it took me 40 minutes to come to the conclusion that he was perfect.
- my new fish that makes me ridiculously happy.
- knowing that I’ll no longer just be talking to myself.
grace in small things. 285 of 365.
- singing loudly in an empty, echoing gallery.
- the line “I’m going to wash that man right out of my hair.”
- stories that start with “oh, that reminds me of the time I got rabies.”
- non sequitors.
- not having to share my purple licorice.
grace in small things. 284 of 365.
- discovering that my new dress, which I’ve worn twice, has pockets!
- making faces at strangers when they aren’t looking.
- finding gravy that tastes like the poutine gravy in Montreal.
- giant messy plates of ribs.
- coming home to a clean apartment for the third day in a row.
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