tired//lucky

You are tired,
(I think)
Of the always puzzle of living and doing;
And so am I.

Come with me, then,
And we'll leave it far and far away—
(Only you and I, understand!)

You have played,
(I think)
And broke the toys you were fondest of,
And are a little tired now;
Tired of things that break, and—
Just tired.
So am I.

But I come with a dream in my eyes tonight,
And knock with a rose at the hopeless gate of your heart—
Open to me!
For I will show you the places Nobody knows,
And, if you like,
The perfect places of Sleep.

Ah, come with me!
I'll blow you that wonderful bubble, the moon,
That floats forever and a day;
I'll sing you the jacinth song
Of the probable stars;
I will attempt the unstartled steppes of dream,
Until I find the Only Flower,
Which shall keep (I think) your little heart
While the moon comes out of the sea.

e.e. cummings

when i turn purple with anger over a betrayal of trust

or i can't sleep with nightmares of a former life

or i beg in tears to not have to leave this place and face provo this fall

i am so lucky to have a husband that will calm me down

with kind words and sweet promises

unmatched even by my beloved e.e. 

wolf attack

so here's the story

i got bit by a wolf spider

had an allergic reaction to it

was home alone

called 911

rode in an ambulance

went to the hospital

annoyed all of the nurses

convinced them that i didn't reallllly need an iv

ate hospital food

freaked bryson out

and went home.

it was a pretty productive trip

i got to cross riding in an ambulance

and eating hospital food

off my bucket list

and the spider that i thought was dead

came back to life

and had 15 babies in its plastic bag.

rip 16 wolf spiders.