well I’ve fallen in love with two scaredy cats. Hopefully we will pick them up from the pound tomorrow. One is named Norris and the other Atticus. Yesterday, I don’t know what happened. It was hot and today it was cold. The heat distracts me. the day before yesterday I Read more…
The mind is a mystery wrapped in an enigma. When I was younger, and I don’t know how young–but not old enough to walk myself to the library that was only about 12 blocks away, so maybe 9ish?–my mother would drive me to the Holgate library and leave me there. Read more…
my last semester teaching at Uwyo is almost over. What a terrifying relief. Yesterday, after analyzing some regulations and grading some now meaningless coursework, I weed-whackered the edges of the yard. It’s a lot—takes two full batteries. M mowed the lawn, which took two charges. We have so many plans, Read more…
I tried again to follow my schedule. I did okay, but all the same pitfalls and reliable distractions cropped up. I got pretty far, though. I am wondering about my order of tasks, and may think about how to switch them up, so the shit I put off gets done Read more…
I don’t know what the plan is, here. Obviously I am maintaining this daily thing much more poorly than the last one. I’d like to get back to my routine tomorrow… and since I can see it on a whiteboard next to me, I’m going to do that. That said, Read more…
I rode (M drove) across AZ and a bit over halfway up CA today. I knit and watched the scenery. There is nothing else to say about today.
I wish that I didn’t have to say over and over that I’m tired, that I need some sleep, that I need some downtime. But I do. I keep having to say no or it’s past the time we agreed to leave or I’d prefer not to. So, my patience Read more…
I miss my routine. I am not eating my own food or sleeping in my bed or doing my job on my own schedule. I haven’t “exercised” or “meditated”–the TV is always on here and I don’t fit in at all and my square shape is not particularly interesting to Read more…
Last night we watched 120 minutes before bed. Can I use that as my excuse? Or my nerves before first day back at work in seven months? Or having to drive in Phoenix? Dramarama was on (a terrible song), as was Flock of Seagulls and the Pixies and Morrissey and Read more…
When I was in high school, one of my favorite things to do was go dancing at Confetti’s. They were an underage club that played “alternative” music on Sundays and Thursday nights (not the prime nights, because suburban goth kids were not where the money was at). We would, when Read more…