I have lots of thoughts to share about the drive but, I’m tired and I’m here. I’ll remember them. Later.
Here is a quote to hold you all over:
“The way you treat money and the things you buy with money is exactly how you treat the people in your life.” –Suze Orman.
I think [...]
Archive > September 2002
I’m here.
I’m Jack’s Sense of Duty
No wait. I’m Jack’s Sense of Getting it Done.
No wait. I’m Jane’s Ability to be a Bitch but loved by EVERYONE.
No wait. I’m Jill’s Fuqued Up Sense of Humor
No wait. I’m the MAN.
But in other good news Mercury is only in retrograde until October 6.
That and I’m [...]
Rollercoaster of Love, Baby
Yesteday was sucky. (Very technical term)
Did anyone else notice the communication was fuqued?
I was saying XXX, he was hearing YYY. And then the dogpile started. It was a duck and run kind of day except I stood out there and kept trying to make it better. It was like standing on [...]
Expectations
They are for fools. Expectations. Hopes. All of them just make you the next chump in line.
Next.
Day 1
Yoga early in the morning is good and bad.
Good for us.
Hard to do. I forget how hard it is to hold and resist your own body. Whew.
Sweaty.
Lots of guys in there. LOTS. Normally Pilates and Yoga are women-based or had been in my past experience. It was kind [...]
Sunday’s Agenda…
Get up at the crack of noon.
Check e-mail.
Make no plans.
Journal about a dream I had.
Meditate.
Get some chow in there. Pho? Thai?
Watch Sopranos.
Throw in laundry.
Putter.
Go for a bike ride.
Sounds perfect. Really need it too.
[This discussion dips down quickly into MORE information than you want to know and is much more journally than I usually [...]
Fall
I love fall.
Things get cooler.
The feeling of a soft cotton shirt that brushes
against you
but isn’t too hot immediately.
Feeling contained and cushioned by the weather.
It’s better to get out
leave the doors open
the windows open.
Burn a candle.
The muted colors that cradle me appear.
On the ground, in the air, on the people.
Emotionally like piling [...]
