In my ongoing quest to “treat myself right”, I got a manicure and went for the most obnoxious color possible. I think I am going to start therapy, for serious.
The last couple of days of decent weather have coaxed some buds out of the trees. Riding my bike to work this morning, I was quite taken with their pea soup-hued loveliness. Days like today, the early warm days (we are to reach 80!) remind me of the upsides to living amongst weather. In California, a sunny day is a punishment of sorts. The sun is a omnipresent force, beating endlessly down until days and weeks and years blur together. In this land of seasons, a sunny day in April is as much a reason to rejoice as those first few flurries in November.
This Sunday I will drive the car share car out to my mother’s house to fetch my bike rack. I bought this bike rack to transport bikes across the country when moving, and didn’t think I’d have much use for it afterwards, given that I was planning to embark on a life of solid pedestrianism. As with all items whose future use appears dubious, said bicycle rack got chucked into mom’s basement. In two weeks dear boyfriend and I are driving down to Georgia for a weekend of eating delicious foods and bicycling in the countryside. To say I am looking forward to this is a tremendous understatement. So many farm fields, so much deep south and Indiana and Kentucky to look out at…
Recently I’ve avoided making substantive posts here because mostly my brain has two channels right now:
- the I hate my job channel
- the I have the most awesome boyfriend channel
Simple reminders of the temporary nature of job hatred mostly help that situation, but the boyfriend matter is more complicated. Having all previously held (bad) attitudes with regard to love and relationships completely upended is a condition that takes a bit of getting used to. Had someone told me three months ago that I’d meet a boy who would cause the drawing a line so clearly demarcating Then from Now, I would have laughed and laughed. Alas, here I am, firmly in the now. And I like it.
A picture of my niece taken on Easter:
This photo shoot was cut disappointingly short owing to my grandmother’s inquisition into just what exactly I was making the poor child do.
Tossing, turning. When non-drowsy allergy medication says it’s going to last twelve hours, believe it and don’t take it about seven hours before you plan to go to bed!
As it so happens, the Thai Basil plant has not benefitted from tumbling out the window and landing on the grass some three stories below.
Cold and misty and rainy it is. Everyone is unhappy except me. I am sort of liking it, today.
I forgot something I had hoped I’d remember, had virtually commanded myself to remember. Driving down that street the other night in a part of town I had never seen before, I reached for the memory and almost all of it was gone. There hasn’t been any panic, though, because either I’ll get another one like it or someday the powers that be will give it back to me. Those powers that be have a lot of control over things, don’t you know.
Today is my brother’s thirtieth birthday. Somehow his entry into a new decade makes me feel older. Thirty by proxy. It’s a funny feeling – sort of like seeing new photos of old people from The Past and their faces have lost all their babyishness and instead are hard and tinged with a slight shade of haggard, as if life hasn’t always been kind. But it hasn’t, now has it?
I have been threatening a trip to a Korean Tofu House for months now and tonight I am doing it!
These little collisions between past and present are funny things, no? I reckon that’s why they’re the stuff of which romantic comedies are made.
Tomorrow begins my Sunday subscription to the New York Times, I just remembered.
Anyway, last night found me in that moment, that standing by a door going off into the future moment. The future that maybe was not the imagined future, but here it is and there it is, despite. Settling into a cab with some sort of pulsating dance music (but then aren’t all sorts of dance music pulsating?) there was the awkward realization that the man with whom old me would have left all parties was in fact being left behind at this one. New me with a wholly different man sniffed off into the night, noses nicotine clogged and brains alcohol fogged. And somehow I cannot imagine that the future ever had anything else in store for me and me but this.
An important note on cat grass: the Boyfriend claims I need to be patient and wait for these cats to wise up! To “acclimate” to this grass! I tell him, “Take this grass home and feed it to your own hungry pussy, as mine ain’t biting.”
An important note on April: it is blustery and moist.
An important note on having to write down everything you eat for three days: it is rather embarrassing to commit the words “Spud Bar” to a slice of yellow legal paper, directly below “1 piece of chewing gum.”
An important note on Consider The Lobster: I don’t think I want to Consider The Lobster. I think I just want to Eat Him.
