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What’s in my head at the moment:

 

:: I’ve been an absolute knitting fiend lately.  Working on a cardigan sweater (pattern came from this book) and this is the largest item I’ve done to date.  It might be finished some day- but in the meantime, it’s at least a learning experience….  Having just taken a really clear look at it (not all bundled up while I’m working on it) it really is looking like something a person might wear someday.  Nice. 

Imperfect, but comfy. I hope.

I honestly had no idea I had it in me.  Someday this will be wearable.  I feel so cool. 

 

:: My brother’s girlfriend is pregnant with her first child and his fourth.  I couldn’t fucking believe it when he told me.  In the grocery store.  The tea aisle will never be the same.  I suppose I’d be happier for them if I felt like either one of them was going to be getting their shit together anytime soon.  As it is, they have a lot of nonsense they’d do well to straighten out before having any more kids.  Oh, well.  Here’s hoping it works out for the best. 

 

:: Bear’s job is going to drive me bananas.  It’s exhausting him and sucking up all his time.  This makes me want to cross my arms and stomp like a child having a tantrum.  I miss him.  I miss talking to him.  I miss hanging out with him.  I miss sitting in the kitchen with him over coffee.  I miss cuddling and having sex and laughing and everything with him.  Stupid job.  Stupid bills.  I wish I could not be sad about this.  I wish I could fix it for him.  And me.  I can’t wait til he finds something better, even if it doesn’t pay as well. 

 

:: My birthday just passed, and I am now 35.  Or 8 depending on whether you want to play around with numerology.  Sometimes I act about 8 (see above).  My day was pretty great.  Bear and Monkey and I all got to hang out for a while in the morning, then there were many well wishes from friends and framily, and then (to my utter surprise) a couple other friends gave me a kindle.  (Thus continuing the legacy of my being dragged into the digital age by intrepid, kind, fearless, tech savvy friends).  I’ve been playing around with it and have to say, it’s pretty cool.  My library has kindle editions now and I have to admit, it’s a nice way to hit the libe without using any gas.  Hooray for cool friends.  Also, 35 is pretty great in itself.  😉 

 

:: I got my hair cut on Mabon.  The timing was serendipitous, but quite appropriate.  It was down to my ass and getting heavy (as it will be to do), so I had my guy cut it up to my bra line.  He was quite amazed given that I’m normally all “just take off an inch or 2, but not much more”.  The thing is, when you have to move your hair so you can roll over without injuring yourself- it’s time to get some of it cut.  In addition to that- the weight was really getting annoying.  Now it’s too short, but that’s just me needing to adjust to not being able to hold it straight down my extended arm anymore.  At any rate, I sat in the chair all relaxed and calm and considered the seasons coming and going and tried to take time to mentally prepare myself for the coming winter.  It’s going to take more work, I’m afraid.  We had a bit of a cold snap, and I’m still nowhere near ready.  The closest I’ve come is unshrinking a sweater that found it’s way into the dryer.  Not a bad job and not too difficult, but it took me, like, 4 towels where the instructions I found said “an absorbent towel”.  Maybe theirs was more absorbent than mine?  I bet.  I did let the sweater soak longer than 10 minutes (hello attention span of a hyper squirrel).  Also, I used my kitchen sink since it’s larger and I knew my whole bathroom would end up wet if I tried it in there.  Good directions though. 

blocking the damp sweater


:: Samhain is coming and I am quite looking forward to it, thinking I may do something a bit different this season….  Still haven’t decided what quite yet. 

 

:: Halloween prep is on our minds as well.  I’m planning to dye my hair for my costume- just have to find the right shade of red/auburn/ginger.  I need Bear for this (colour is one of his skills), and so am assuming it will have to be done at one of those ridiculous hours of day when he’s actually awake.  Monkey is planning to do a Werewolf, but I’ve seen no action toward it other than browsing at the store.  We’ll see.  He says he won’t trick or treat this year.  We’ll see about that too.  It would make me sad to see him stop so young (said the girl who went trick or treating til she was 19 and would still go to houses if it wouldn’t earn filthy looks and comments).

 

I think I’ve come to the end.  I know I haven’t posted lately and that’s 1 part life and 1 part laziness.  I’ll work on that.  In the meantime be kind, breathe deep, share the love. 

Cheers.

 

 

 

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Nostalgia… or why myspace is better than facebook

You know what I miss? Myspace.

I know.

Could I be any more stuck in the past?  It’s totally true though.  It’s the first place I realized I could be online without everyone I know in the day to day knowing what I was doing.  I could have 17 accounts, all under fake names (cool ones) and get up to all kinds of shenanigans if I wanted to.  FABULOUS!  I could write/rant about work (and did- often and with much swearing), people I knew, whatever nonsense came out of my head and the only folks who were aware of what I was up to were the ones I let in on the secret. 

 

It was like having my childhood pillow fort again. 

 

Naturally, I let people in.  But only the select few.  Facebook is ok.  I guess.  It doesn’t beg me to blog there -not that I would, tooooooo broad of a friend list for that and I’m just not ready to deal with all the possible fall out.  At some point I decided to delete my M/S account and move all the blogs here.  In hindsight I think that was a mistake, as I’ve lost contact with some very cool folks and didn’t really give much of a heads up that I’d be vanishing.  Kind of an asshat move, that.  Also, Fb doesn’t ask me to share what I’m listening to/reading/playing.  It’s kind of…. sterile-ish.  I mean, I know I can write ‘notes’, but that’s not the same somehow (and it is all about perception at this point, I’m totally aware of that).  Ah, well… the good ole days and all that.

 

Thinking of all the East Coast folks this evening and sending good vibes their way.  I visited the Outer Banks of North Carolina this Spring and the people and place were marvelous and kind.  When I asked one man about how he deals with hurricanes he was quite sanguine about the whole thing… kind of the way folks in my area get about tornadoes.  ‘Oh, well y’know, you take shelter when the sirens go off and come out when it’s all over’ was generally his attitude.  I hope he retreats to higher ground this time along with all the others and when it’s time to come home there’s little or no damage and life can return to normal with relative ease. 

 

Bear is working again tonight.  He gets next weekend off for the Holiday, though, plus a bonus day Sunday night!  3 WHOLE NIGHTS OFF!!!!  That is just badass.  It also points up the fact that the company is quite a timesuck.  He’s worked the past fistfull of Saturdays- in his case, Friday nights- then is ‘off’* Saturday night and heads back in Sunday night.  I know it pays the bills.  I know.  I also know it leaves him no time to pursue his (ample) hobbies and art activities.  It frustrates me.  I want to fix it for him, and me.  I miss him being around.  And it pisses me off that there’s no end in sight to the 10 hour days/6 day weeks.  ARGH.  

*Read: exhausted

 

exhausted bear

 

 

I suck at being patient.  Heh.  I am good at reminding myself periodically that things could be worse, though.  After all, I could still work at the library…..

 


 

Currently listening to:  Beirut: The Flying Cup Club