hula seventy

hey folks, the new house is here. or if you need a clearer address:
https://www.andreacorronajenkins.com/b-l-o-g
it's not so much a new house as a new addition, built onto a pre-existing structure. it was just easier that way. are you weary of the house analogy? me too. anyway, I suppose I'll leave this house standing for a little while, along with all the things...

this morning, I woke up thinking my bed was a magic cloud and that I should really only leave it for bike rides and trips to foreign countries.
and then I remembered when we first moved back here from portland, how we did not actually have a bed. that, in the throes of the move (and in a moment of blind optimism), we ditched our old one in hopes it might force the mattress gods to smile down...

I am holding the idea of that extra hour tonight like a willy wonka golden ticket wrapped around a chocolate bar. I am thinking about that part in the story when it seems all hope is lost and then charlie finds fifty pence in the gutter and his mind...

and I don't exactly know what it will look like (though I have a pretty good idea) and I'm no coder or anything (I do not have that kind of brain) but a fresh new house for words and pictures, with figurative space for figurative breathing and figurative...