Month: October 2010

More free time please

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I finished The Power of One tonight.  Really liked it, but I thought the ending was too abrupt.  I want more!  Good thing there’s a sequel.  Too bad John wants to read it first.

I would really (REALLY) like to have a lazy weekend, but I don’t think that’s in the cards.  What would I do with my lazy weekend?  Weeds marathon.  There are five seasons available on Netflix Instant, and John and I are in the middle of the second season.  Maybe we’ll take breaks from replacing the brakes on my car and other chores and have a couple of mini-marathons.  Maybe.  And Arrested Development.  (Did you follow me there?)  We’re still in the first season on that show.  There’s just too much TV to watch!

A pattern

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I just read my last few posts and I noticed a theme.  A pattern.  An everyday happening, if you will.  (Oh, you won’t?  Hm.  Too bad.)  I always have a song stuck in my head.  It probably isn’t unusual.  I think anyone who likes music (and believe it or not, that is NOT everyone.  I can think of two people off the top of my head who don’t really care about music and never pay attention to it.  You know who you are.  Not that there’s anything wrong with that.) is likely to have some song or other rattling around in there.  I just happen to be mentioning it a lot lately.  Right now (and since this morning – I was singing it in the shower), I’m humming Ingrid Michaelson’s “The Way I Am”.  I really like that one.

Don’t rush me, sonny

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I don’t like deadlines.  I’ll admit that they’re necessary, and if I didn’t have deadlines I’d never do anything I didn’t want to do.  There are lots of things I do want to do that would never get done, either.  They’re important, deadlines.  But they make me nervous.  Anxious.  Not like before, but I’d rather not have any anxiety at all.  I suppose it comes with responsibility.  And I know myself; if I didn’t have work deadlines to worry about, I’d find something else.

But let’s not worry right now, okay?  Now is for relaxing.  Now is for winding down, for reading this book I haven’t been spending enough time with, for breathing deeply and counting backwards on clocks and other things that Greg said in yesterday’s comments.  We’ve been watching Weeds (we’re in season 2), and the theme song is on a loop in my head (there’s always something).  Maybe I can meditate to “Little Boxes”.

Deep breaths.

Blind meditation – great name for a band!

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Good news!  My eyesight hardly deteriorated at all over the last year.  Most of the issues I’d been noticing (eyelashes aside) seem to have been due to a not-so-great fitting left contact lens.  So, you know, yay for not going blind as quickly as I thought.

I bet you’re wondering what song is stuck in my head tonight.  I knew you were.  It’s Stevie Wonder’s “I Wish”.  Great song.  Not so good for winding down, though, or meditating.  Not that I’m meditating.  But maybe I should try it.  Might like it.  I only ever think about it at night, in bed, and when I try it (without reading anything about it – I just go for the whole breathe-deep-and-empty-your-mind thing, not that I’m ever successful with the empty mind thing, but I think it’s close enough if I concentrate on one thing instead of twenty), I fall asleep.  If the point is to relax, I guess it works.

Meditation and yoga.  There.  Two things I’d like to try.  Someday.

Must. Tell. Someone.

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I’m bursting with news, but it’s all about work, so a) the Internet at large doesn’t care (not that the Internet at large cares about anything I write, reads me regularly (or at all), or even knows I’m here (Goodness.  Pity party much?  Move along, please.)), and 2) I will NOT go into detail about work stuff here.

Also, with a little perspective, it’s just not that exciting.

So.  Other stuff to talk about.  Thanksgiving plans?  Don’t have any yet.  All we’ve decided for sure is that we don’t want to have a big gathering (last year took a lot out of us), and traveling for the holiday may be difficult since John doesn’t automatically get the day after Thanksgiving off from work.  And we’re saving vacation days.  Big trip coming up.  And we like running that 5K on Thanksgiving morning.  That’s the extent of the discussion so far.

The band is practicing tonight, so I let the dogs come upstairs with me.  Roxy curled up on the floor next to my side of the bed.  She either fell asleep immediately or she’s faking it so I won’t make her go downstairs once the guys leave.  She might really be that tired.  She had two seizures yesterday, one around noon and one around 11 last night.  She’s fine now, but I think she could use a little extra love.  We may try letting the two of them sleep up here tonight.  I’m sure they’ll only make it an hour or so before one of them decides to stick a cold nose in my face.  That’s when I’ll shoo them back downstairs.  Happens every time.

What was I saying?

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I had some half-formed ideas about what I was going to post today, but I can’t focus on them, so they’re out.  Maybe they’ll return some day, but if they don’t, it’s no great loss.

Same goes for this post.  Barely deserves the name.

Why is it that the song that gets stuck in your head is never one you like?  Katy Perry’s “Teenage Dream” is in mine, and I really don’t like it.  Maybe not never.  I was okay with it when “Hey Soul Sister” was the song I couldn’t get away from.  If I try hard enough, maybe I can replace Katy Perry with Train.

Everything’s going my way

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(oh) What a beautiful day.  This morning was perfect, in every way, and when I went for a run, I was so happy to be out doing just what I was doing and seeing just what I was seeing that I nearly cried.  The sky was this perfect September blue, the trees were still green, the morning light was clear and the air was fresh, and even though I’m sore and tired now, that feeling this morning makes it okay.  Better than okay.

That paragraph makes me sound ecstatically happy.  I’m too tired to be ecstatically happy.  I’m worn out happy.  With a dehydration (I think) headache.  John and I went to Waterford this afternoon for the Waterford Fair.  Happens every year, but we keep forgetting about it, so this is the first year we’ve gone.  They’ve got tours of historic homes, LOTS of exhibits and vendors selling all kinds of crafts, live music, and lots of food.  A couple of residents are selling their homes, so they took advantage of the crowds to hold open houses.  NICE houses.  And they’ve come down in price; both of the houses John and I looked at were only $695,000.

Tangent:

John Scalzi is quickly becoming one of my favorite authors, both for his novels and his blog.  Check out his latest post.  The idea came from the two previous posts.

Back to the fair.  But really only for pictures (all taken by John, used with permission 🙂 ).

John and I decided this was a re-enactment of that time a squad of soldiers got lost and wandered down Main Street in Waterford during the Civil War.

Look! Baby lambs! According to the sign on the pen, they're only two days old. The white one is a boy and the black one is a girl. Super cute.

Anyway, the fair was fun, but Waterford has some major hills (okay, one major hill), and we got a little too much sun, and we’re both very tired.  Tomorrow will probably be more restful.

The Fibonacci Quarterly

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Google is amazing.  John is reading Unknown Quantity: A Real and Imaginary History of Algebra (I know, right?), and he asked me to google the Online Encyclopedia of Integer Sequences.  Google listed that as the first choice by the time I got to “the online enc”.  No kidding.

There must be thousands of other online encyclopedias.  Hundreds, anyway.  How did Google know I was looking for THAT one?  (I’m aware that that there’s a real answer to that question, that it’s mostly about statistics and possibly about the sorts of things I google, ’cause if everyone else tracks what I search for and buy and spend time on, why wouldn’t I expect Google to, but I’m not looking for it right now.  Mostly I’m interested in the fact that John’s reading a book about algebra and I spent about an hour today putting together a spreadsheet to track the TV shows we’re watching, when each show is on, what episodes we’ve seen, and how far behind we are, since we no longer have a DVR to keep us on track.  I’m not sure what that says about us.  Let’s not dig too deep.  Also, let’s get out of parentheses.)