Change

Fall has arrived in the city. Actually, it's pretty deep into fall. I try to appreciate each day the colorful leaves are still on the trees in Brooklyn. The views of the sun shining through yellows, oranges, reds, and browns will not last long. Soon it will be cold with wind whipping through both barren branches and the cracks between the window frame and air conditioner in my living room. The grayness of the winter months are endless in my mind.

I love autumn. Just the thought of October, November, even December, illicits feelings of coziness, warmth, crispness, beginnings, good food, home. I'm savoring them while they're here.

Maladroit

Why do I break dishes? I feel like in the recent weeks I have become especially clumsy. Perhaps I have always been clumsy (Ask my friend Yann, he certainly seems to think so). But seriously, in the past few weeks I have probably broken a bowl, a plate, and a glass. Every time I do the dishes, things seems to almost slip out of my hands. When I broke a bowl earlier this week, it literally flew out of the sink and smashed onto the floor, spreading ceramic shards all willy-nilly, some I'm sure I've still yet to find. How to explain these slippery fingers?

In other news, I have become completely unmotivated about updating this blog. I become paralyzed by the great pressure I put on myself to write profound and clever insights. I mean how else am I going to become a famous and respected blogger? :-) Those dreams will have to wait I suppose.

Meanwhile maybe I'll just write about simple and mundane things. Like breaking dishes.