Well, I'm a bottle of red down already and it's the start of a good day. A few folk are just watching me cook and drink while throwing obscure quotes my way to laugh at.
Weather's overcast, but the cook-out goes on regardless! There shall be delicious grilled meat or death!
On a separate note, I love wearing long skirts. I receive so many compliments on my graceful walk and swaying hips in them. Instant ego-boost. :D
Day of friends, family, and fun gets off to a great start. More updates as I feel like it! Now to check on my garlic bread...
Monday, September 6, 2010
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Autumn Days.
It's autumn today, 64 and windy. Just like I like it.
I decided today was going to be a day I think with my feet. Woke up at 8, got back home at 1... makes it about a 3-4 hour walk sans travel time to the park.
Parked, got out, picked a direction... started walking, hands deep in my jacket pockets.
I walked until I didn't know where I was, and then walked to find myself.
And you know what I realized? I'm good company. For myself, that is. You can't be happy with anything unless you're happy with yourself first, and it's rare to find the kind of peace with yourself that I found this morning.
Thoughts unfolded in my mind as my feet hit the pavement/boardwalk/packed dirt of the trails and I just let them come. Questions were raised, answers found, and I was reminded of the Psychological Anthropology course I had taken a while back. Most particularly of the Trance section. If ever I have been in a trance state, its at times like those where I move in an impenetrable bubble, untouched by time.
New resolution - Always make time for Autumn days.
I decided today was going to be a day I think with my feet. Woke up at 8, got back home at 1... makes it about a 3-4 hour walk sans travel time to the park.
Parked, got out, picked a direction... started walking, hands deep in my jacket pockets.
I walked until I didn't know where I was, and then walked to find myself.
And you know what I realized? I'm good company. For myself, that is. You can't be happy with anything unless you're happy with yourself first, and it's rare to find the kind of peace with yourself that I found this morning.
Thoughts unfolded in my mind as my feet hit the pavement/boardwalk/packed dirt of the trails and I just let them come. Questions were raised, answers found, and I was reminded of the Psychological Anthropology course I had taken a while back. Most particularly of the Trance section. If ever I have been in a trance state, its at times like those where I move in an impenetrable bubble, untouched by time.
New resolution - Always make time for Autumn days.
Friday, September 3, 2010
Once again, late at night needing someone to talk to. My short list of folk to contact being exhausted, I may just... try to sleep?
Oh, and a question. At what point is it appropriate to withdraw friendship from someone who continually blocks, argues with, and blames you for something you've done? At what point is it loyalty displaced? Just thinking to myself.
Goodnight, Internet.
Oh, and a question. At what point is it appropriate to withdraw friendship from someone who continually blocks, argues with, and blames you for something you've done? At what point is it loyalty displaced? Just thinking to myself.
Goodnight, Internet.
Labor Day Weekend
Currently at my parents home checking up on Bonnie, their border collie/husky mix treasure of a canine. A somewhat new addition (within the last year), but I really don't think there is a sweeter, gentler, or more even tempered rescue dog out there. She's snoozing at my feet as I type, and I'm glad to have an opportunity to spend some more time with this darling.
Perhaps I should push for more romantic getaways between the two of them so I can have more time with this pup!
As I listen to the wind race through the trees, I can't help but reflect on the wonderful imagery of it all. A large house in the country, the woods reaching up around the back deck. A very much contended dog at my feet, myself barefoot and wearing a plaid shirt that reminds me strongly of Special Agent Dale Cooper for the color scheme.
Though I spent my adolescence/early adulthood in a booming metropolis, I still feel very much at home surrounded by the vivid green of forest. Watching the wind dance through the trees makes me very comfortable in my place in this world. Content to not rush through life, but savor every second.
Don't get me wrong, I'm also not trying to pack activities into every moment of my days. I rather enjoy just... taking it in. This falls into one of the better categories of days. One where I can relax for the evening, just me and Bonnie, immersed in this little piece of heaven.
Perhaps I should push for more romantic getaways between the two of them so I can have more time with this pup!
As I listen to the wind race through the trees, I can't help but reflect on the wonderful imagery of it all. A large house in the country, the woods reaching up around the back deck. A very much contended dog at my feet, myself barefoot and wearing a plaid shirt that reminds me strongly of Special Agent Dale Cooper for the color scheme.
Though I spent my adolescence/early adulthood in a booming metropolis, I still feel very much at home surrounded by the vivid green of forest. Watching the wind dance through the trees makes me very comfortable in my place in this world. Content to not rush through life, but savor every second.
Don't get me wrong, I'm also not trying to pack activities into every moment of my days. I rather enjoy just... taking it in. This falls into one of the better categories of days. One where I can relax for the evening, just me and Bonnie, immersed in this little piece of heaven.
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
2 Brains.
I think I'll always have the mindset that my dreams will ever be unfulfilled.
There is a lot of life, but the imagination has no idea of what is realistic.
These feelings war inside of me. The desire to believe that anything is possible, and the side of me that thinks in figures and logic.
Anything is possible, yes, but I'd be a fool to believe that I'm important enough in the scheme of things to make a difference.
Shut up, brains.
There is a lot of life, but the imagination has no idea of what is realistic.
These feelings war inside of me. The desire to believe that anything is possible, and the side of me that thinks in figures and logic.
Anything is possible, yes, but I'd be a fool to believe that I'm important enough in the scheme of things to make a difference.
Shut up, brains.
Thursday, August 12, 2010
Why I love Dan.
Dan: Well, well, if it isn't my favorite anthropologist AND my favorite Emma!
Me: Two in one!
Dan: What a bargain!
Me: That comes dangerously close to calling me cheap, sir.
Dan: My darling, a man could only ever hope to eventually afford the notice of one such as you after a life spent in thrift and economy. That I could find both such paragons in but one location is surely the result of some providence I scarce understand, let alone deserve.
Me: My ego is soothed. You are marvelous!
Dan: My pleasure.
Me: Two in one!
Dan: What a bargain!
Me: That comes dangerously close to calling me cheap, sir.
Dan: My darling, a man could only ever hope to eventually afford the notice of one such as you after a life spent in thrift and economy. That I could find both such paragons in but one location is surely the result of some providence I scarce understand, let alone deserve.
Me: My ego is soothed. You are marvelous!
Dan: My pleasure.
Monday, August 2, 2010
Hatchlings? Broodlings?
My ratio of bizarre bird-related incidents per day has radically increased, and at the same time has reminded me of the cycle of life. No singing Saharan mammals required!
Yesterday night I was innocently scanning the internet for some music I'd recently been introduced to and was startled by a loud thumping from the window about three 3 feet from my face. I glance out the window in time to see a Ringneck Dove twitch its legs from its back.
I scurry outside to find its eyes closed, head tilted towards the ground and a drop of blood fall to the ground from its beak.
Not a fun sight.
HOWEVER! Life came full circle within 24 hours when I was sitting outside that very window. Drinking a shandy with book in hand, I look up to see a nest tucked into the roof with 3 baby robins chirruping away. I must have stayed there, struggling to remain still, for 20 minutes while I watched Papa Robin fly to and fro, bringing bits of worm to his loud, hungry hatchlings.
I'm just glad I was able to see that. Good day, all in all.
Yesterday night I was innocently scanning the internet for some music I'd recently been introduced to and was startled by a loud thumping from the window about three 3 feet from my face. I glance out the window in time to see a Ringneck Dove twitch its legs from its back.
I scurry outside to find its eyes closed, head tilted towards the ground and a drop of blood fall to the ground from its beak.
Not a fun sight.
HOWEVER! Life came full circle within 24 hours when I was sitting outside that very window. Drinking a shandy with book in hand, I look up to see a nest tucked into the roof with 3 baby robins chirruping away. I must have stayed there, struggling to remain still, for 20 minutes while I watched Papa Robin fly to and fro, bringing bits of worm to his loud, hungry hatchlings.
I'm just glad I was able to see that. Good day, all in all.
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