friday, lucky may 13th.

i just clicked onto my blog and for whatever reason, my post yesterday is gone.

i was seriously convinced for about two minutes that yesterday never happened.
welcome to the twilight zone.





in other news:
i built stairs the other day.
(that was on my updated post yesterday, but since may 12th apparently didn't happen on the internet, you get to hear it today. and see a picture.)

yeah. i did that.

i also love dandelions. not generally, but when they're in a field and the sun is perfect and pj and i have randomly pulled into a senior center parking lot because i've finished teaching him how to drive stick shift, then i love them.



i also love them when we're walking down 1st east and they're scattered in the grass.
because then i get to make a wish.
and then pj takes an oh-so-lovely picture of me making said wish.
(which i am now posting for the world to see. that's cool.)



my wish today: many more sunny skies and love love love.
(mostly because whit leigh is getting married. and i'm going to a reception tonight. and hota hota is getting married. the list is getting long.)

don't read me.

It's 11:11 and I'm wishing it wasn't one of those nights where I needed a wish.

And I'm going to stop myself from continuing this post, lest it gets whiney, melancholy, depressing, etc. We'll just leave it at 11:11.

Except now it's 11:12.

Marvelous.

the jkb is a magical place

4:44 make a wish.

i've found that as i make a wish at those times in the day, they end up becoming silent prayers.

“It seems to me we can never give up longing and wishing while we

are thoroughly alive. There are certain things we feel to be beautiful and good, and we must hunger after them.” -george eliot

i wished that day.
i was with one of the most delightful people i know, and as i left she checked her phone.

"4:44. make a wish."
i walked down the south stairs, and wished.
i looked at the clock facing me as i came down and wished.

then i walked outside the building, and part of what i wished for came true.
i ran back in to tell emily. it was fate, she said.

now. there are two eggs in the basket. plus a really little one.