Coffee's a-brewin' and I am still in my nightgown, out back enjoying the roses' second bloom. Need to refresh the vases, which will please Nina the petal-eater.
Monday, August 23, 2010
This Morning
Coffee's a-brewin' and I am still in my nightgown, out back enjoying the roses' second bloom. Need to refresh the vases, which will please Nina the petal-eater.
Friday, July 30, 2010
JoNew West Coast Tour Commences
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iB4WLc3xG6g&feature=search
The strings subbing in for the kora at the end are of my dreams. Monday!
The strings subbing in for the kora at the end are of my dreams. Monday!
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Ma's Day
Peter's out of town, and I haven't been sleeping terribly peacefully. I woke up at 5:30 this morning and laid there for a while panicking about my life, particularly about my relationship with time, characterized by cuckoo denial and terrified avoidance. So I was making myself crazy by acknowledging the craziness of my behavior. O and I fell asleep last night visualizing over and over how I would try to jump out the window if the Big One hit, worrying about if I would have time to grab my glasses, my cellphone, and if the cats would understand if I screamed at them to go outside in case the house collapsed, also thinking about all my clothes buried under rubble forever. And would I have to worry about electrical wires collapsing and snaking about like lightning whips leaving gashes in the cement. And if I would be cold in my nightgown.
I have the Beast again tonight and am dreading it--it's been an awful work week.
Anyway, I am flabbergasted by the beauty of this:
Marc Jacobs Spring. Sigh. Like a pencil drawing.
Reminiscent of Rodarte's magicalnessossity:
Dreamy. Anyway, I haven't eaten yet and might set about toasting some bread and buttering it.
I have the Beast again tonight and am dreading it--it's been an awful work week.
Anyway, I am flabbergasted by the beauty of this:
Marc Jacobs Spring. Sigh. Like a pencil drawing.
Reminiscent of Rodarte's magicalnessossity:
Dreamy. Anyway, I haven't eaten yet and might set about toasting some bread and buttering it.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
Day Off
So, I have another girl's name I love a lot--Fionnula, which means "white shoulder" in Gaelic. Lovely. Unfortunately it kind of cancels out Finnegan, as Fionnula is pronounced "fin-oo-luh," so we'll see...in about ten years, if'n I have my shite together enough at that point to contemplate motherhood.
But aside from the crucial business of baby names, I need a space to try to become verbal again. Maybe I'll slack off less here than in my journal (how I miss the days of wildly journaling during boring lectures), or at least need to make a little more sense.
It's my day off, and I've been feeling uneasy about all kinds of crap (no pun), most worrisomely Lola's pooping very runnily in and around her box. Poor little munch. Going to the vet tomorrow, which will undoubtedly cost an arm and a leg. On the money-saving side of medical care, I am getting a call this evening from a Kaiser MD who will listen to me describe my symptoms (a cold that just won't go away), and either recommend an office visit or prescribe me medication over the phone. Very strange. The scheduling receptionist was very defensive about the whole business, which makes me wonder if it's new.
Peter and I went for a jog at the aquatic park, and I pussied out halfway through and opted to walk right along the water, very soothing to be by the water as always, aside from the infestation of creepy mo-fos lurking around in the bushes and sitting in their parked cars. It's breezy and sunny and kind of chilly in here as I have a bunch of windows open and the door. The cats keep coming in, either to check up on me or receive reassuring pets when they're feeling agoraphobic. Anyway, I've got to go wash the dishes and make the bed and as well as a big mess searching for a missing credit card.
But aside from the crucial business of baby names, I need a space to try to become verbal again. Maybe I'll slack off less here than in my journal (how I miss the days of wildly journaling during boring lectures), or at least need to make a little more sense.
It's my day off, and I've been feeling uneasy about all kinds of crap (no pun), most worrisomely Lola's pooping very runnily in and around her box. Poor little munch. Going to the vet tomorrow, which will undoubtedly cost an arm and a leg. On the money-saving side of medical care, I am getting a call this evening from a Kaiser MD who will listen to me describe my symptoms (a cold that just won't go away), and either recommend an office visit or prescribe me medication over the phone. Very strange. The scheduling receptionist was very defensive about the whole business, which makes me wonder if it's new.
Peter and I went for a jog at the aquatic park, and I pussied out halfway through and opted to walk right along the water, very soothing to be by the water as always, aside from the infestation of creepy mo-fos lurking around in the bushes and sitting in their parked cars. It's breezy and sunny and kind of chilly in here as I have a bunch of windows open and the door. The cats keep coming in, either to check up on me or receive reassuring pets when they're feeling agoraphobic. Anyway, I've got to go wash the dishes and make the bed and as well as a big mess searching for a missing credit card.
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