New Sunglasses!

 

 

New sunglasses! Like 'em? It's so nice to finally have a pair of designer shades. Just kidding. Got them at Dollar Tree.

They cost me $1.06

I like to read in uncomfortable places

 

...actually, I'm not sure it's true that I like reading in uncomfortable circumstances, but I do it consistently, sometimes for hours on end. For instance, Thursday I found an interesting novel on the Barnes and Noble best sellers table and stood there for about an hour at the table, bag hurting my shoulder, neck craning, back aching, feet hurting from a full day of standing. Why didn't I just take the book to one of the many seating options available at the bookstore? I may never know. I'll read for hours on end sitting on the hardwood floor at home because I'm grubby from work and haven't showered yet...(why not take a quick 5 minute shower so I can actually sit on the furniture?) or I'll be freezing cold because I don't have a sweater, or I'll be absolutely famished with the kitchen 5 steps away, or I'll be reading a book in the bathtub after the water has turned cold and the back of the tub is forcing my neck into a crampy right angle. Why, why, why do I do this??? I'll pick up a book "just for a minute" and get absorbed. It's like my brain only has room for one thing at a time. Once I'm into a story, it uses up all the space in my head so that bodily needs and functions barely enter my peripheral thoughts. I'll wake up from the book and realize that the nagging feeling in the back of my mind was some limb or other has been cramped for an hour and a half. The end result usually being that the next day I suffer from reading soreness. Have you ever suffered from reading soreness? I am going to make it a goal this summer to master the art of comfortable reading. Haha, we'll see.

Feeling kind of blue

Well...it's been a while. huh. Feeling kind of blue today and I needed a place to put some words. I don't really think I want anyone reading this, but didn't want to put it in my journal where there would be definitely no possibility of anyone reading it...sometimes it's just nice to put something out there. Had a nice, long, relaxing day at home by myself. When I say at home, I mean on the island. It's nice not to have to leave the island for anything all day and when I get to stay, I consider it a whole day at home. I even did some kayaking and freaked myself out trying to pick up a horseshoe crab that I was not 100% sure was dead. So all in all a great day. ...but now I'm feeling blue. Because I've been by myself all day. Which is the way I wanted it. I could have gone for tea with someone today, but I said, "No, I can't" because today was my one day at home for who knows how long. I needed this. I did. It's true. But now I'm sad. I didn't even get to check on the cats I was supposed to check on because the bridge closed down. So not my fault, but I still feel guilty about it of course...and sad. I didn't get to say goodbye to the cats. I said, "See you later" and left in a hurry (so they wouldn't escape) with both of them mad at me for putting them in the basement while the painter was working. I never got to open the door and say, "Come on out and have some dinner!" The family came home and didn't need me to come back, which should have been a blessing because going over the bridge and all the way over 2 more rivers takes a while even without traffic, but I'm sad. Sad sad sad and now I want cats. I'm not even a cat person. Would it be weird and awkward if I asked the family to let me say goodbye to their cats tomorrow? Yes. Definitely yes. Oh gosh. Last night I was looking for a movie in their basement, but didn't find anything that really struck a chord, so I settled on "Lady and the Tramp," which I hadn't seen since way before I was a lady (I mean I was a very little kid, a girl not a boy). I had a dream I found this very small dog with a very long nose...like a dachshund, but not. Anyway, I decided to keep it, even though it was a little dog and I was so happy to have something that would give me company. Then I woke up and no dog. Then I fell back asleep and dreamed this kid at school was misbehaving. I liked the dog dream better. Anyway, I've got a movie all picked out for myself to watch tonight. It's got Maggie Smith in it and it looks pretty good, quirky, hopefully. I better get started or I'm looking at a 2am bedtime. I get to skip a service tomorrow, though. I'm not singing and Sunday School's been cancelled. Hallelujah! I'm sorry, Lord, I didn't mean that to sound so much like it did. I'm just happy to have some extra time for snoozin'. OK, well, as Meg Ryan said in You've Got Mail, "Goodnight, dear Void." (What was her character's name in that movie?) Anyway bye. No idea when I'm gonna come back to this. (Kathleen Kelly, that's what it was.)

Oh blog, how I would love to attend to you, but alas...
I will leave you with this valuable life lesson learned from Beauty and the Beast:

Always listen to your horse.

Surprise!

Well, I logged in today just because I haven't in a while and was very surprised to see that I had posted in September. Apparently I had scheduled these earlier...well what do you know. I'm more active on the internet than I think I am. I've got nothin' to say today. There's a lesson plan I need to be working on...sigh. Can't wait to rejoin the human race in December.

A reflection on an autumn day...

One day last fall, Krista came to visit. The sun was bright that morning and I took some pictures from my balcony. I like to pretend my balcony overlooks a sprawling mountain vista.

...in reality, we look out over the next apartment building at the bottom of the hill, but we still get a nice view of all the trees. It's pretty darn good for an apartment view.


We went hiking around Loch Raven Reservoir. I wish I had some pictures, but, alas, Krista has them all. The sky was blue, the trees were flaming, the lake was glittering, leaves fluttered down as we walked through the woods...a perfect fall day.

We came home and made apple pie...
We drank cider...

...and carved pumpkins.


I'm pretty sure we did everything fallish that you could do in a day. Well, except for going through a corn maze, but hey, we'd done that a few weekends ago.

Reflections of an Intermittent Lindy Hopper

Though my partner

is good,

a descriptor of death

would be called for,

could

you speak of his breath.