the_infernal_optimist posted on Nov 02, 2007
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(could be a temporary post, just fyi)
Events of the past several days have lent themselves to many thoughts and few words. I feel overfull in that sense, like a heavy cloud low over a dry field in summer. Snatches of poem fragments are scribbled on whatever paper was at hand last night and today on my desk, and it's going to take more craft than I possess to cobble them into something worth reading. I'll manage somehow.
Eventually.
I'm sorry I haven't done our fall version of SC's front porch yet. Last night was the first truly chilly night we've had this season, and today was cool enough for long sleeves (I'm in 3/4 sleeves, and that says a lot, since I tend to wear short sleeved/sleeveless shirts 10 months or so out of the year).
[small giggle]
Now "sleeve" looks funny to me. Ever had that happen, when you use a word often in a short period of time? It doesn't look like a real word any longer.
Maybe this whole lack of soda thing is making me moody. Day 2 of no soda has gone reasonably well. I even left the beautiful deep green cartons of Dew untouched as we passed the huge display at the store today. If it's not here, I can't drink it. (Darn.)
It's been one of those nights yet again, one of those "can't quite shake the mood" nights that feels almost lonely-choked for reasons that don't lend themselves to easy explanations. I need to make some night-owl friends and get over the phone thing or something.
MIL called earlier. She's excited for our upcoming visit and kept filling my ears with what we'd be doing and how much we'll love it over there. I'm sure she's right, although even that has a twist. Some days I'm not so sure I'm proud to be American, and this has been one of those days. I don't really see that changing, though, since DH is heartily opposed to living anywhere else long-term.
That's another thing. It's been really easy to slip into fights with him lately, and I don't even mean to - but even when I draw it off/try to just let it slide, he pokes and pokes until I don't have anything particularly unsharp left to say, and it's my fault if any of it slips out. It's almost like he's looking for an excuse to get mad. Then it's, "I'm trying not to fight with you, [Infernal], but..." (Then don't do it, darnit!) I just go behind us and put things back in place as well and often as I can. We survive just fine anyway. :)
If it stays cool, which it's supposed to do all through next week, we're going to make chili this weekend. Yum! (Anyone in SF feel like overnighting me a few sourdough bread bowls? The ones here aren't the same at all. :-D)
It occurs to me that I don't have many socks, and that the ones I do have are mostly random mis-matches (again, it's warm here so much of the year that I don't usually have to wear them). I guess I should fix that. I love slipper socks - anybody else addicted to fuzzy/strange/colorful socks? Cool socks can just make your day, even if nobody else can see them between your pants and shoes. :)
Sleeve, sleeve, sleeve. :-D That's going to make me grin all night, dork that I am.
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