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So Here We Are
16 years ago
It's been a blur of one thing or another. Rocky Mountain FurCon was good fun. We painted the town in the company of ol' friends and I think were out until last call every night. I'll be honest--it's one long overlapping memory of tasty food, drinks, coffee, company, late nights and early mornings bleeding into an exceptionally boundless and awesome day. (Though cake has been ruined for me.)
This last week it's been work, with a side of more work, served in a light work-sauce. A labor of love, but still a little draining. The black tea keeps getting stronger but I keep finding myself starting at an empty page trying to wrap my brain around why the pencil won't work.
There is, of course, months of this to look forward to. I suspect eventually the routine will unfold and it will become easier. It is exciting to work on as it comes together, but it's like being one step up a very tall mountain. The Buddhist center up the street has a free meditation session and talk every week and it's on my list of things to do. It would be pleasant, I'm sure. As mellow and okay as I feel, I still suspect something is off kilter. I can't kick-start my brain into it's full potential.
Dictionary.com's word of the day seems to dictate more than my vocabulary. We've gone from métier, to peradventure, to cynosure, luminary, furtive, celerity and today: dalliance.
The night cap has switched from port to Scotch and I've held off on beer until the Great Drunkening of '09 in September. Beer, while tasty, has a negative effect on my focus and ability to make straight lines.
I hurt my foot weeks ago, right after AC actually, either sprained it or broke something. The swelling was quite impressive, though it never bruised and I felt cheated for that. It's just finally started to stop aching, though if I contort my ankle in weird ways it hurts...but that could just be because ankles aren't meant to do that... ;]
I had an ice-pack, and ironically the day after I read aloud: "Non-Toxic but not meant for consumption" the dogs decided to eat it. They lived though, so that's a plus.
Our nudist neighbors across the courtyard moved out this week.
Earlier this week, Ket and I did decide to play hooky one night and we drove east into the empty abyss that is Eastern Colorado (dirty Kansas/Nebraska toucher.) Why? Well, the Perseid meteor shower, of course. We drove for an hour and some down the interstate, then took the empty ol' highway up towards a middle-of-nowhere place called "Last Chance." It sounded appealing. We found a dirt track running into the middle of a farmers field and parked the car, set up the camp chairs, popped a bottle of wine and watched the stars. Coyotes yapped, foxes screamed in the distance and bulls lowed eerily not-to-far away. The meteors were beautiful and the night was cool, the moon bright.
When a radio commercial posed the question today, "Wouldn't you rather see football in high definition?" I responded with "why no, I'd rather see it with zero definition," but the Eagles signing Michael Vick still irks me.
Unrelated, I had a fantastic experience on a technical help forum which restored my faith in humanity.
Tonight once the temperature drops, I'm going to make corn chowder with roasted peppers. This has been the oddest summer I can remember. The news predicts we won't have any more days over 90 degrees, which is, well...bizarre. Last year, we had a brutal three week hot spell of over 100 degrees, but we've barely cracked 90 this year. And the rain--ah, glorious big plains thunderstorms every week, booming thunder and lighting (a bolt struck just a block away from us a week ago.)
So, in short, it's been a strange kind of contented melancholy.
And everything is green. Everything is good.
This last week it's been work, with a side of more work, served in a light work-sauce. A labor of love, but still a little draining. The black tea keeps getting stronger but I keep finding myself starting at an empty page trying to wrap my brain around why the pencil won't work.
There is, of course, months of this to look forward to. I suspect eventually the routine will unfold and it will become easier. It is exciting to work on as it comes together, but it's like being one step up a very tall mountain. The Buddhist center up the street has a free meditation session and talk every week and it's on my list of things to do. It would be pleasant, I'm sure. As mellow and okay as I feel, I still suspect something is off kilter. I can't kick-start my brain into it's full potential.
Dictionary.com's word of the day seems to dictate more than my vocabulary. We've gone from métier, to peradventure, to cynosure, luminary, furtive, celerity and today: dalliance.
The night cap has switched from port to Scotch and I've held off on beer until the Great Drunkening of '09 in September. Beer, while tasty, has a negative effect on my focus and ability to make straight lines.
I hurt my foot weeks ago, right after AC actually, either sprained it or broke something. The swelling was quite impressive, though it never bruised and I felt cheated for that. It's just finally started to stop aching, though if I contort my ankle in weird ways it hurts...but that could just be because ankles aren't meant to do that... ;]
I had an ice-pack, and ironically the day after I read aloud: "Non-Toxic but not meant for consumption" the dogs decided to eat it. They lived though, so that's a plus.
Our nudist neighbors across the courtyard moved out this week.
Earlier this week, Ket and I did decide to play hooky one night and we drove east into the empty abyss that is Eastern Colorado (dirty Kansas/Nebraska toucher.) Why? Well, the Perseid meteor shower, of course. We drove for an hour and some down the interstate, then took the empty ol' highway up towards a middle-of-nowhere place called "Last Chance." It sounded appealing. We found a dirt track running into the middle of a farmers field and parked the car, set up the camp chairs, popped a bottle of wine and watched the stars. Coyotes yapped, foxes screamed in the distance and bulls lowed eerily not-to-far away. The meteors were beautiful and the night was cool, the moon bright.
When a radio commercial posed the question today, "Wouldn't you rather see football in high definition?" I responded with "why no, I'd rather see it with zero definition," but the Eagles signing Michael Vick still irks me.
Unrelated, I had a fantastic experience on a technical help forum which restored my faith in humanity.
Tonight once the temperature drops, I'm going to make corn chowder with roasted peppers. This has been the oddest summer I can remember. The news predicts we won't have any more days over 90 degrees, which is, well...bizarre. Last year, we had a brutal three week hot spell of over 100 degrees, but we've barely cracked 90 this year. And the rain--ah, glorious big plains thunderstorms every week, booming thunder and lighting (a bolt struck just a block away from us a week ago.)
So, in short, it's been a strange kind of contented melancholy.
And everything is green. Everything is good.
Worth it to get it checked, especially if you're going to ever use the ankle again for anything other than standing :x
Bottom line: Get that ankle looked at, Teagan.
My worst one is an injury I sustained on my shin, from a track being shot out behind a pick-up. It hit me at about twenty miles an hour and left a lovely big scar and lots of soft tissue damage.
None of these has received proper medical attention.
I don't think I've suffered anything so severe, myself.
Maybe a break from art is in order? Somedays it's nice to just get away from whatever world you're involved in and experience another. Kinda like how for me, going into town on a Wednesday during a time I'm normally at work breathes new life and new meaning into the events that surround me. Even if they happen everyday, it's only those rare Wednesday's off not due to sickness where I am well that I witness them.
And I love storms too :3
Be Well!! <3