Yesterday kind of felt like this:
Only with a canoe on top of the van, because it was one of the things in my mother's garage. So maybe our next trip will feel more like this:
Meanwhile, Lent begins this week, and I haven't really thought yet what discipline I might take on. I like that this girl gave up makeup, but I would have to start wearing makeup, which might . . . be . . . you know . . . sort of a discipline in itself. I guess. A hair shirt for the face. And everyone would think I was doing it to be vain, and so I'd have to not correct them, which would be a hair shirt for the soul, except that I really don't think I can face it. So to speak.
I don't think I'll write sonnets this year. If you miss the Lenten sonnets, many of last year's ended up in the book, so you can revisit that discipline if you like.
But truly, I think I'm thinking of a Lenten discipline as a blog spectacle, and that's all wrong. So maybe my discipline should be to do something private and secret, and to look on the surface of things as though I did not have a discipline at all, and to let people think I'm a slacker. Which, of course, I am in many ways. Oh shoe, how you do fit.
Meanwhile, since the austerities will be closing in . . .