more maudlin moments

I told Girlbiscuit last night that I preferred Atwood to Winterson because when Atwood's uninteresting, she's just dull, but when Winterson's uninteresting, she's annoying and pretentious. I feel like much of my life is dedicated to playing out that choice, over and over again, and knowing/convincing myself it's the right choice, but still wanting a little bit of the glamour of the other way to live. (not that there are only two, but for ease of thought and conversation, I'll limit them as though there were) i want to put aside the places i don't belong anymore, and i think i might be able to teach myself how.

I also told her the people I'm tempted to look for from college aren't friends anymore, they're just people I miss. And I think I stumble over that line on a fairly regular basis, but when J sent me a note after the wedding she went to, she told me 3 random people had asked after me, and I remember them all, kindly but distantly and it felt awesome. Part of me, of course, assumes J was lying for the sake of my feelings, but on the outside chance she's not, it's still kind of neat. I've narrowed down my desires to send out three wedding announcements to people I am not currently in any sort of touch with. A professor, an employer, and my freshman year roommate.

I'm feeling all house-proud these days, even though the season means there's tumbleweeds of cathair everywhere. (secretly, I think we have a fourth, very shy, entirely bald cat. It's the only possible explanation for the amount of hair) There's black bean chili with pineapple salsa tonight, salad tomorrow night, onion and goat cheese risotto on Wednesday, Vidalia onion quiche on Thursday and spaghetti with caramelized onion sauce on Friday.

I finally took the calendar down from the wall and wrote in all the concerts and all the farm festivals I'm even mildly tempted by (there's a Honey Festival. how cool is that?) so there's all sorts of little things to look forward to in addition to the one big thing. We don't have as many travel plans, as the wedding approaches I'm hoping we stay closer to home, mostly, with the obvious and vital exception of a couple Somerville trips for jewelry and Chile and B.

I like where I live, both condo and town, a great deal, and even more so as the fall begins to finally approach. And even if we move, I'll have always gotten married here, which also seems like a pretty cool thing to be able to say. We looked over vows yesterday, over brunch, and there are some truly charming bits about symbols and choices and best friends, and I'm finally getting a little of the giggly back. And, if all else fails, i'm buying an ani difranco tanktop that say "someone call the girl police" and wearing that.

more maudlin moments

I told Girlbiscuit last night that I preferred Atwood to Winterson because when Atwood's uninteresting, she's just dull, but when Winterson's uninteresting, she's annoying and pretentious. I feel like much of my life is dedicated to playing out that choice, over and over again, and knowing/convincing myself it's the right choice, but still wanting a little bit of the glamour of the other way to live. (not that there are only two, but for ease of thought and conversation, I'll limit them as though there were) i want to put aside the places i don't belong anymore, and i think i might be able to teach myself how.

I also told her the people I'm tempted to look for from college aren't friends anymore, they're just people I miss. And I think I stumble over that line on a fairly regular basis, but when J sent me a note after the wedding she went to, she told me 3 random people had asked after me, and I remember them all, kindly but distantly and it felt awesome. Part of me, of course, assumes J was lying for the sake of my feelings, but on the outside chance she's not, it's still kind of neat. I've narrowed down my desires to send out three wedding announcements to people I am not currently in any sort of touch with. A professor, an employer, and my freshman year roommate.

I'm feeling all house-proud these days, even though the season means there's tumbleweeds of cathair everywhere. (secretly, I think we have a fourth, very shy, entirely bald cat. It's the only possible explanation for the amount of hair) There's black bean chili with pineapple salsa tonight, salad tomorrow night, onion and goat cheese risotto on Wednesday, Vidalia onion quiche on Thursday and spaghetti with caramelized onion sauce on Friday.

I finally took the calendar down from the wall and wrote in all the concerts and all the farm festivals I'm even mildly tempted by (there's a Honey Festival. how cool is that?) so there's all sorts of little things to look forward to in addition to the one big thing. We don't have as many travel plans, as the wedding approaches I'm hoping we stay closer to home, mostly, with the obvious and vital exception of a couple Somerville trips for jewelry and Chile and B.

I like where I live, both condo and town, a great deal, and even more so as the fall begins to finally approach. And even if we move, I'll have always gotten married here, which also seems like a pretty cool thing to be able to say. We looked over vows yesterday, over brunch, and there are some truly charming bits about symbols and choices and best friends, and I'm finally getting a little of the giggly back. And, if all else fails, i'm buying an ani difranco tanktop that say "someone call the girl police" and wearing that.