"girl with the parking lot eyes"

A good day, I think. The dog and two of the four cats have passed through their annual vet visits with clean bills of health, and Light and I emerged from the process of getting them into carriers to get there with only flesh wounds.

I bought tickets for the Billy Collins event, admired the vase of daffodils and was offered one to carry around. It smelled like spring and green things, even in the snow. I spent the rest of the morning pre-class camped out at JP Licks desperately re-reading the policy on cost-sharing on federal grants. Class was good, lunch was awesome, the vet visit was solid, and I made an awesome seitan-based version of Irish stew, from Appetite for Reduction and then went off to feed cookies to people I adore.

I've wandered off from All Cakes, I'll have to make a point of going back and finding an appropriate occasion for coffeecake. I feel like somewhere, there's a brunch potluck crying out for one, but that might just be a leftover idle fantasy about going to the humanist sunday meetings some day.

Speaking of wandering off from things, I think it's time for me to have a little sit-down with myself about communication. I was going to try to call something in particular out, but it's all of it. It's online conversation etiquette, reasonable email expectations, how my smart phone's changing me and my ongoing nigh-fetishization of postal mail. Asshat spoiled me a little in this regard, with his endless appetite for talking about himself. And maybe now I want to be the quiet kid in the corner who is only going to talk when she's god something to say, or maybe I want to say fuck the world, and give myself over to all the enthusiasms and obscenities that pass through my day.

But that's for another night, with less ambien and less wet dog.

"girl with the parking lot eyes"

A good day, I think. The dog and two of the four cats have passed through their annual vet visits with clean bills of health, and Light and I emerged from the process of getting them into carriers to get there with only flesh wounds.

I bought tickets for the Billy Collins event, admired the vase of daffodils and was offered one to carry around. It smelled like spring and green things, even in the snow. I spent the rest of the morning pre-class camped out at JP Licks desperately re-reading the policy on cost-sharing on federal grants. Class was good, lunch was awesome, the vet visit was solid, and I made an awesome seitan-based version of Irish stew, from Appetite for Reduction and then went off to feed cookies to people I adore.

I've wandered off from All Cakes, I'll have to make a point of going back and finding an appropriate occasion for coffeecake. I feel like somewhere, there's a brunch potluck crying out for one, but that might just be a leftover idle fantasy about going to the humanist sunday meetings some day.

Speaking of wandering off from things, I think it's time for me to have a little sit-down with myself about communication. I was going to try to call something in particular out, but it's all of it. It's online conversation etiquette, reasonable email expectations, how my smart phone's changing me and my ongoing nigh-fetishization of postal mail. Asshat spoiled me a little in this regard, with his endless appetite for talking about himself. And maybe now I want to be the quiet kid in the corner who is only going to talk when she's god something to say, or maybe I want to say fuck the world, and give myself over to all the enthusiasms and obscenities that pass through my day.

But that's for another night, with less ambien and less wet dog.