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Today I feel…
Wafty and untethered. Verging on the unwell, although I’m probably just underslept.
I wish I could…
Take to my bed for laptop television and the tender ministrations of my tiny dogs.
My heart tells me…
The gym ain’t gonna happen today. Also, it’s a no go on the cleaning.
If I were an animal…
I would pee all over the kitchen floor….everybody else is doing it!
My life is…
In a sort of stuck-flux state. I need to figure out a way to monetize this eternal transition.
My house is…
Still the drag on my anchor. Also a palace of squalor and filth at the moment (see above).
My job is…
Still my job. Phooey and hallelujah.
My love life is…
Jealousy! Intrigue! Longing! Regret! But what else would you expect from three-way relationship with a couple of little pissers?
I’m obsessed with…
My new camera. Serious geekery, no lie. I’m all white balance this and aperture that, dreaming of F stops and shutter speeds.
I’m looking forward to…
Taking short trips to places I’ve never been this spring, so I can walk endlessly with my camera. Digital dérive, baby. It’s what’s for dinner.
Maybe I’ll come to your town and we’ll get lost together.
Okay, now you.
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Tags: camera, life assessment, priorities, questionnaire, squalor
January 20th, 2010 at 1:24 am
Tonight I feel:
Tired, but William Holden won’t let me sleep.
I wish I could:
Get a little bit more control over a few things.
My heart tells me:
I’m where I should be.
If I were an animal:
I’d be my own dog, what could be better?
My life is:
Perfect if I overlook a thing or two.
My house is:
Presentable only on weekends.
My job is:
Everything I’m good at combined with everything I’m bad at.
I’m obsessed with:
Patti Smith’s new book.
I’m looking forward to:
I’m not sure, can I get back to you?
TSR: Oh, that William Holden. He’s hell on a girl’s rest. How is your house presentable on weekends, because I would like to know your secret. Mine’s a disaster all the time lately. I blame winter. And my messy parents.
January 21st, 2010 at 12:50 pm
Today I feel:
Un-showered, but that’s normal.
I wish I could:
Go for a run, but illness has it’s sweaty grasp on the family
My heart tells me:
I could do more
If I were an animal:
I’d be a cat napping next to the radiator.
My life is:
wonderful and I should appreciate it more.
My house is:
the bane of my existence.
My job is:
24/7.
I’m obsessed with:
not much.
I’m looking forward to:
spring.
TSR: Hallelujah for health, and wonderful lives (even if we don’t always recognize it), and most especially spring. We’re taking a running leap into february which has only its brevity to recommend it, but after that, we’ve got March, and long walks or runs (if you’ve got the joints and wind to do it…I’m envious). Welcome, by the way!
January 22nd, 2010 at 2:53 pm
What new camera did you get? It sounds like you got an SLR with the different options to aperture, and white balance and such. You know I’m totally interested in photography.
TSR: Now I do! Yeah, I got a Canon 50D and I am IN LOVE…it’s like having a very expensive boyfriend, only with better optics and faster fps. Creamy, dreamy, and complicated, just like I like ‘em.
What do you have? We should go on a photowalk one of these days, when the slush is no more.
January 23rd, 2010 at 8:30 pm
Today I feel:
out of balance but the netty pot helped
I wish I could:
work on my novel but I never have time because I like that excuse
My heart tells me:
I should adopt an orphan Haitian child
If I were an animal:
I would be licking my owners hand
My life is:
in transition, when will the dizziness stop?
My house is:
in the final throes of turning condo
My job is:
ill-defined and about to be defined for me
I’m obsessed with:
traveling to foreign lands
I’m looking forward to:
throwing things away
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I want to photowalk, too.
TSR: I just used my neti pot, but it’s funny shaped and gives me a sinus headache. I broke my old one with some bathtime clumsiness.
Yeah, this transition stuff is starting to just feel like life. I’m almost comfortable with the jarring equilibrium; I suppose it’s because I tend toward the sloth, and can make anything feel like flannel pajamas after a while.
It strikes me that this response is so perfectly YOU, Hadji’s Dad. It’s so good to get a concentrated dose. But I want more…I think we should travel together. What’s your next destination? Can we go photowalk?