A Place You Love + Workshop Notes

Friday at Granny’s

The screen door always screams a little when it opens. Who walks in is unknown. Feet climb the stairs. The kitchen door opens. hurrah! hurrah! hurrah! yelled at the person in the entryway. There is a beer in the fridge for them, almost always. Around the immemorial table we fit ourselves together, cozy on chairs brought in from other rooms. As an aunt or uncle regales us with a tale of when they were kids, and then someone asks what happened to so and so, and no one agrees on the details and there’s a kid from sixth grade whose name goes unremembered. And here an hour feels like a minute and the table snacks get picked at and someone has rearranged all the fridge magnets to put the ones they bought front and center and the light from the kitchen windows casts yellow on the lawn and the shadows of the clothes lines trace themselves across the yard and up to the stars. When the fridge is empty, by angel’s grace or perhaps the chalk inscription above the door frame, the high squeak of the spring door screams. Who walks in is unknown. Their feet climb the stairs. The kitchen door opens and hurrah! They’ve brought a twelve pack. The tales turnover and the clock barely moves and the screen door will not close completely til the late hours of the night. There will be a beer left in the fridge with your name on it, for next Friday.

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Time > Swirling > Revolving > Circular
”unknown” - word choice
loving chaos / good sound / noises
clear structure
movement in objects
”immemorial” - word choice
ambiguity in the objects - this is good / relatable / non-exclusive
lights are the only color

chaos - chaos in a good way

Ongoing - everything comes full circle
Long middle sentences are working.