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Spring (But Over Here[; Then])
14 AprWritten a while ago, in Connecticut. I just want to get it out of my drafts folder.
I went outside twice [so far] today. Earlier, my grandfather went for a walk, and my father went along because he is my father, and my sister went along because there were puppies to be seen, and I went along because, well, I don’t know why. We walked over three rivers in a fairly large circular route, if you count two tributaries and their combined merger as three.
Torrington is a wasteland, as far as I can tell. My view of this little [relatively] southern world is highly limited, so I know I’m not getting the whole picture, but what I can see is barren and lifeless and muffled. The only two glimmers of hope were the river(s) and the park we passed… And both were surrounded by cement and darkness. (In a very light way. It wasn’t just summery in Vermont, you know.)
I lagged towards the back of our little group, walking along the high cement wall and wondering what would happen if I jumped when we came to the bridge. I want to, sometime. (I think I’d like to do things like bungee and BASE. The only thrills I’ve yet experienced come from You.)
We walked past puppies in a pet store in what I think is called a strip mall. What exactly is a strip mall?
Talking to my grandfather on the way back, I found out that he’s done about seventy-five percent of the genealogy that my mother’s done. So, theoretically, I could have most of my family’s history in my hands with not much effort- I just need to get stuff from my mother and bring the files that are apparently on a floppy or in my grandfather’s Windows 98 machine into a more compatible format… Voilà. Roots. (Hmm… You could probably find satisfaction that way, love.) Do I sense a goal? Yes I do.
The second time I went outside was for more than two hours, just sitting on the path behind the house. It’s a haven up there, away from all of the rest of the town. The garden just below is a little odd, but everything’s pleasant. There’s some sort of conifer above, and you can tell that nature has taken over- but only just enough so that everything is green. There’s a raised bed of some plants with pleasantly curved leaves… I wrote for practically all of the time, and read for the rest.
Unfinished. And it’ll stay that way.
Thought Process Plus
7 DecBeep. Beep. Nggh. Beep. Beep.
Bee-beep. I’m- Bee-beep. Getting- Bee-beep. Up, would- Bee-beep. SHUT-
Bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-bee-
Why-the-hell-is-this-stupid-thing-on-another-floor-ahhhh.
Okay, getting up. I told you, stupid alarm. Now… Towel? Check. No, no check. Grab it. Legs? Check. Yeah, got ’em right here.
Why are you so stupid in the morning? says brain.
Okay, got my towel and my legs. So shower time, right? Go, head for the shower. Okay, legs. Okay, towel.
It’s really more like you’re stupid at night, brain continues. I mean, you’re the one that did this. Stayed up half the night tripping on the internet. For what, Kristen?
Shut up, brain. Legs, go. Legs, why are you not going. Legs, do not carry me to couch-sleep-warm. Legs, why did you entice arms to pick up the shirt?
Ohh, says heart and nose at the same time. Brain begins to object, but heart shuts brain down, which is enough to make me fall asleep again and be satisfied. He was really bothering me.
Ears are curious. Ears do not let the matter sleep. Ears investigate, and soon report to heart and nose, which are the only of me still running.
It’s because dad’s taking a shower! report ears in a chipper tone that is way out of line for this early in the morning. I let it slide, though, because next they say is, You’re fine for a while. Heart likes that.
Nose just keeps providing chemical receptors with love.
Shower is off, report ears. Time to get up! Clunk goes the settling of the little knob that keeps the water in. ‘Kay, really time now, say ears, gently, but firmly.
No, please, says heart. Yes, please, says brain, who has been awoken. Good job, ears.
What? Oh, yeah. Up… Up up up. Hey, I’m up! Good body. Shower! Legs, onward. Whoa. Shower. Towel. Back for towel. Now shower.
Dad’s gone. Into bathroom. Drop towel-cold. Okay, into shower please now.
Turn on shower. Eww, wet curtain.
Knock! What? “What?” No answer.
Knock! What?!-shut-up-I-got-this-far- “Yeah?”
“Mmmgfbshbblarghasbjeleddoday.”
What? Well, it sounded positive. Open the door a little. “What?”
“School is cancelled today.”
What? No it’s not, moron, I checked for snow, and there wasn’t any. “What?”
“There was a small fire next to the industrial building, and school is canc- just at CVU.”
I guess that makes sen- Wait. No school? No school! Hooray!
“Oh, okay.”
Heart makes a faint bid for a shirt or maybe biking to a different school district, Because they have school, and it’s not really fair, it says craftily.
Brain starts churning and wonders if I could finish a present or two today. We can’t waste this, it says.
But sleep.
It Is Pretty Normal
28 OctNow submitted on mylifeisaverage.com:
“A few days ago, in the ‘Suggestions’ section of the Facebook home page, I saw that Facebook was recommending that I suggest friends for my grandmother, because, quote: “She only has 14 friends.” Today, I saw that the reason for this recommendation had been changed to “She only has 14 friends on Facebook.” I’m glad someone’s looking out for grandma. MLIA”
Love you, Grandma. Hope it gets published.
http://screencast.com/t/ZYX8K5eJ
(I am a little sad that I declined to take a screenshot of the first occurrence.)
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