Saturday, February 10, 2007
I was in such a fantastic mood Thursday, I felt like I was on a binge. That's the word that came to mind when I thought about it, although I don't know if it's quite the right word, and I can't say exactly what the binge was of. But it involved not going anywhere (not even Starbucks), not writing to anyone, and not having any particular plans. Just becoming immersed in a creative project on my computer and reveling in it. I felt light and free and very relaxed (I realised with shock that my shoulders and neck did not hurt at all!). Part of it was the project (it reminded me of a feeling from when I was younger) but the other part was being reclusive, forgetting all about people. (Not including Dean, because I was perfectly happy to interact normally with him!) Well, I don't know how to describe it properly, but it was like watching movies on the couch in my pajamas with everyone else on vacation (at sky-getting-dark time, but I'm just waking up), eating caviar and cream cheese. And writing. Only, not.
Posted at 2:41:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
!!! Oh wow! / Oh no! (simultaneous reaction) Smead is growing new fronds! I had to cut all his fronds off a few weeks ago because they were all brown, so nothing was left but the pineapple. He's growing more! But now is not the time, Smead.
Posted at 1:59:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Thursday, February 08, 2007
I slept late by mistake because I was dreaming about Grandmother Whaples' house and how much I wanted it. It was different in the dream, with some amazing weird rooms. Stayed home all day and Thursday-ed, and it was so great. Only left for two seconds to mail something and get coffee at Shrunkin' two inches away in Cromwell. Then I drank it at my computer and worked on the the St. John entries. Which I have been doing all week, having lots of fun. Almost done. Soon.
Posted at 7:13:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
Wednesday, February 07, 2007
I like Teartime Radio Hour!
Posted at 5:20:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
I've got six on each arm and two more around my feet!
Posted at 12:51:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
Playing around with videos is very giggle-inducing, especially the really bad ones.
I had my nerve test today, and I passed! I have a lot of nerve. It was quite cool, actually. Lots of electrical zappings. Somewhat painful at times, especially the parts that made my fingers jerk involuntarily--but tolerably so, and the extreme neato-ness made up for it. The nerve doc made lots of bizarre comments about me, like, while gazing at my biceps, "Do you work out??" (??!) (I said, "Yes.") Then she called me "tall and skinny" (skinny, okay, but tall?). She also said I have really tough skin (while trying to poke a fine needle on the end of an electric cord through it) and added, "Only you." I'm the only person in the whole world with exceptionally un-pierceable hand skin, apparently. Other weird things she did: draw on my arm with a ballpoint and measure lots of distances with a teeny-tiny measuring tape. She also assumed I was left handed because I wear my watch on my right hand, but I told her it's just because I had two left-handed big brothers so I thought it was cooler that way.
Monday, February 05, 2007
It's very weird finally seeing this book lying on the floor next to my chaise. The cover is so familiar, it feels like I've owned it forever, but really I've only looked at it online, over years. I've never read it and I don't know if I'll even like it, but my eyes think otherwise.
Posted at 4:53:00 PM by Laura W. Petix.
The Rocky SBUX has been so chaotic lately, it's beginning to test my loyalty. It seems like it's been in a state of transition ever since I got back from Hawaii. Two months is a bit long. The chairs and tables are often in unpleasant configurations, fixtures are moved around but not yet settled into a permanent place, and there are cold empty spaces where there shouldn't be any. Now they've taken away the stand where you can bring your dirty for-here cup and throw away recyclables. It's so disconcerting. Whenever I finish my drink, I walk to the stand and place my empty cup in the exact same spot in the rear-right corner of the tub, then walk to the door and leave. I really enjoy that. Now there's no smooth happy routine, just confusion. Who do you give your cup to? The barista? The cashier? What if there's a line? Or just leave it on the bar? Every choice seems disrupting and wrong. Meanwhile, my favorite table doesn't exist anymore and I can never figure out where to sit. Not to mention the plethora of new baristas whose foam is too bubbly. You are losing me, Rocky.
Sunday, February 04, 2007
I woke up to a really great dream this morning. I'd just bought a vintage Plymouth Arrow (metallic copper, of course) and was showing it off to David. For some reason, I lived on Puddin Lane or something (but it was the present day, because I still had my New Beetle as well), because it was parked in the lower part of the Puddin Lane driveway, down by the pond. I don't know why it was such a great dream, but it was.
Posted at 11:03:00 AM by Laura W. Petix.
