i woke up slow today. joe was on a run, coffee was ready. he got home, we watched farmhouse rules. we were sort of on the show, and they used footage i shot from the hot air balloon! we’ve been organizing / packing our closet this weekend so we headed out to lowes to pick up more storage. ended up at the double windsor for a few beers and burgers.. then came home to finish watching season 6 of the sopranos. we started season 1 this summer. we waited in the bar earlier .. i was waiting for the first snowflakes. i saw that krys in DC had snow, and nana called me when it started snowing in new jersey, talking about her childhood sled and asking if we had anything yet — i was (im)patiently waiting. well, we have it. we have winter beers, a fresh sirloin to cook and one episode left of the sopranos. i stepped outside, barefoot, a few minutes ago to take these pictures. enjoy cuddling up tonight, everyone. happy sunday. xo, ash
”Time heals all things.’
Or at least that’s what I tell people whenever they experience any sort of pain. I heard this quote years ago and it has always stuck with me, because really, time does heal all things. Things may be forever different after certain events (injury, death, etc.), but life doesn’t stop for anyone and continues to keep moving on, whether we like it or not. Unfortunately, unfortunate circumstances don’t excuse anyone, so even if we do and say and practice every single proper step to achieve something we feel we truly deserve, it doesn’t matter. Life is many things, one of which being unfair. Truly, life is everything.
Since life doesn’t stop for anyone, it’s not that crazy that Derrick Rose will miss another year of basketball. After having surgery to help repair his right knee (he missed all of last season repairing his left knee), he is due to miss the rest of this year, meaning he will miss nearly 2 entire seasons in a row, something Bulls and basketball fans everywhere are mourning together. While opposing fans don’t really enjoy watching their team match up against the Bulls when they’re led by Rose, it’s no secret that his injury hurts more than just Derrick and his teammates. The Bulls have been a basketball-fan favorite in recent years (most of which is due to Rose), and they were supposed to be one of the top teams in the league, a team worthy enough to win it all this year. Their organization had put the pieces together, faced some challenges and persevered, and have waited their turn. After years of coming sooooo close, this was finally it. But now there’s a lot of doubt. There’s no question the Bulls are still a tough team on any given night, but any real contender without its best player has major obstacles to overcome, especially come playoff time.
But that’s not going to stop Derrick Rose from being positive about the situation. When asked if he thinks he can still be a franchise player, similar to what he was in 2011 when he won the MVP award, he sat silent for a few seconds, then answered: ‘You can be a fool if you want to. Dead serious. I know I’m going to be all right. I believe that I’m a special player.’
“I think people love the way that I just play. I don’t try to impress anyone while I’m playing or anything. It’s just the way that I play. I’ve just got a feel for the game, and I know my story is far from done. I know it is. He’s just preparing me for something big.”
Derrick has said that he will play again this year if and when he’s healthy, so he may be back by the playoffs, but only time will tell.
Another favorite quote of mine comes from the movie Shawshank Redemption, spoken by Morgan Freeman’s character, ‘Red.’ When describing his dear friend Andy (Tim Robbins), he declares ‘Every man has his breaking point.’ Clearly, we haven’t seen Derrick’s just yet, and if what he says has any weight to it, I’m not sure if we’ll see him break down any time soon. It’s easy to look at last season and this one and place Derrick Rose on a shelf with other NBA has-beens, but he’s only 25 years old, he knows what he wants, and he still has full faith in himself and what’s planned for him.
I’m disappointed that the Bulls most likely won’t have enough to win it all this year, but Rose’s positivity is inspiring. Most people might fall into a self-pity party, but not him. He has chosen to accept this as another step in his journey to be the best version of himself he can be. I might have reacted differently before, but some things have been put into perspective these past 2 weeks.
When I first heard the news of Rose’s injury, I was mourning the loss of my best friend. As a fan, you never want to see your favorite player go down to injury, but there’s a lot more to life than an injured knee, and unfortunately I’ve never been more certain of that. However, life is going on. And like Rose, I will stay positive, and use Bill’s friendship as motivation to be a better man. Having Bill as a friend is worth all the time in the world.
R.I.P. my best friend Billy, former classmate/teammate, forever brother.
(I’m on the left, Bill is on the right, our friend Nick is in the middle. It’s Halloween in 6th grade, dressed up as SNL‘s Spartan Cheerleaders)
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sometimes it feels very strange to reflect on things, at least for me. i often find reflecting beckons madness and then, there i am. letters, pictures, stories, movies, surround me, i bounce around in memories & futures & fatalistic ideas. i find this one, of myself as a baby, in a bonnet, crawling. a hot air balloon festival in the foreground. it’s scanned in, i called it “crawlingaway.jpg” — i self analyze and realize this was my first mistake, i needn’t look at this image as crawling away but crawling toward. i shouldn’t look at my life as crawling away but instead, crawling toward.
admit it, you see ‘hand wash only’ neatly printed on the tag of your new top and you let out a slightly desperate sigh. you are absorbing your new found responsibility for this fresh piece, but knowing in your heart of hearts it really means “you’ll ruin this eventually” –
at least that’s how the story goes with me.
my hand wash only items get lost in the piles. get thrown in the drier by a roommate or washed in hot by joe. i’m tall, my limbs are long, making all these items even more delicate — i’m usually rockin some sort of high waters or pushed up sleeves due to an inevitable wash gone wrong.
living in apartments has only expedited this process. laundry is a once a week duty — in massive machines that i do not trust. is cold cold? is hot hot? what kind of skeezeball washed something foul in here that is leeching into my delicates?
fear not, a new system has been put into regular place.
hand wash life. although you might see me writing poems about having my own washer and drier, you possibly noticed the dreamily pinning of beautiful gentle laundry sinks but current day, what i’m doing is plounching and wringing out my favorites in an old pink tub in my little kitchen sink, letting the city air slowly dry my pieces so they will last.
1. put small amount of detergent into tub
2. run cold water to mix
3. add pieces, gently rub together any spot treatments and especially the armpits
4. plounch pieces up and down, get your hand irrigation on.
5. let sit 15-20 minutes, intervals of plounching.
6. rinse, wring, rest in clean cold water
7. rinse, wring, hang, dry.
*for indoor drying, we use a rack purchased at ikea for $10 — photographed here // purchased here.
**i like to think hanging my sweaters upside down instead of laying flat slightly elongates the sleeves .. also, i don’t have space to lay anything flat anywhere..