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"When I hear songs"
Nov. 29th, 2012 10:48 pmClass got canceled tonight due to the power outage, and it's neat to be home while game is going on, but I also remember why I chose to be out most thursday nights. (they're noisy and intermittently contentious). But Hands and their sweet doggies are here, and that's awesome. I've whittled my inbox down to fifteen, burnt my thumb to the blistering point taking a plate out of the microwave, and will now probably finish McHugh's Nekropolis, try to figure out what Zelazny I want to reread, cross stitch and eat pinkberry.
I had some thinky thoughts during my massage today (two migraines in one week basically reduces my shoulders to a bag of golf balls, but I tried to consciously put them aside and relax, and now they're hovering just outside the tip of my tongue. Something about exes, or travel, or baking, or holiday cards, or finding pants that fit, my 101 things list.
I think I might make December a month of gratitude, it seems like a good way to let go of 2012. The last time I attempted a month of gratitude was February, and I abandoned the project immediately upon having to euthanize Princess, so my superstitious side tells me not to do this while Funnyface is ailing, that the two are somehow connected.
I told my mom when she had to euthanize their cat that eventually she'd be able to remember M's life, rather than her death. I'm mostly there about Princess, though there are still days that her not being here knocks the breath out of me. I'll never be ready for Funnyface to leave, but I want to make sure that I let her go when it is time, and so I spend far too much time thinking about what will happen.
Tomorrow, I will apply for at least one job. As much as I fear change, it might be time. I'm pretty comfortable not having a career like other people have a career, but there's always the possibility that the grass is less crazy-making on the other side.
I had some thinky thoughts during my massage today (two migraines in one week basically reduces my shoulders to a bag of golf balls, but I tried to consciously put them aside and relax, and now they're hovering just outside the tip of my tongue. Something about exes, or travel, or baking, or holiday cards, or finding pants that fit, my 101 things list.
I think I might make December a month of gratitude, it seems like a good way to let go of 2012. The last time I attempted a month of gratitude was February, and I abandoned the project immediately upon having to euthanize Princess, so my superstitious side tells me not to do this while Funnyface is ailing, that the two are somehow connected.
I told my mom when she had to euthanize their cat that eventually she'd be able to remember M's life, rather than her death. I'm mostly there about Princess, though there are still days that her not being here knocks the breath out of me. I'll never be ready for Funnyface to leave, but I want to make sure that I let her go when it is time, and so I spend far too much time thinking about what will happen.
Tomorrow, I will apply for at least one job. As much as I fear change, it might be time. I'm pretty comfortable not having a career like other people have a career, but there's always the possibility that the grass is less crazy-making on the other side.
