Heading out

My farewell for a couple of weeks post:

I know I just got back--but I'm looking forward to getting away again. Do you ever feel like something's stuck in your craw and you have no idea what it is, but it's driving you crazy? Have any idea of what a craw is? Well, that's how I feel right now. Something's just a little off with me, and I need a minute or two to put things in perspective. Nothing like hundreds of straight interstate miles to have room to unravel whatever it is. Like your thoughts are a big tangled web of yarn, and you need a large enough space to untangle each one...

Anyway, I'll be checking in from time--I cannot be completely incommunicado--but I'll be out for the next 2 weeks unless Sean has to get back sooner now that the lockout is unlocked. Perhaps a travelogue will be in order? Eh, who knows?

Ta-ta for now. ~Tigger

Snore

Lately, I've been plagued with a curious insomnia. It seems to strike intermittently, and without obvious cause nor cure. Normally, I just roll around the bed for hours, trying not to wake the others that might there, until I fall into a strange fugue state that doesn't resemble restful sleep.

Last night, I decided to break the cycle, and I got up and began writing. Usually, I write things in my head at night, hoping the words will still be there in the morning, so the departure was novel indeed.

I ended up writing an entire essay that I had put off for some weeks and just now submitted it. It only took a couple of hours, and although my sleeplessness was not cured immediately, at least I did something productive rather than just iron the sheets from rolling over and over.


She floats along the river of his thoughts. ~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.

Thank goodness it's almost over

Today is a day when I need a stalker.

I need someone who adores me so much it's almost illegal, and I can do no wrong.

Today alone, I've been called, "classless," "ineloquent," "fostering hal-baked ideas," along with a stream of patronizing, disparaging and otherwise demeaning remarks.

To top it all off, I was then told in so many words, that I wasn't funny.

Wow.

Banner fucking day.

(Somebody please love me?)

I would just screw up a quote of the day.

Turd Blossom

Did you know that if you Google "karl rove + scumbag" you come up with over 19,300 results?

Fascinating.

Karl Rove is a scum bag. ~ Me. (and 19,299 others)

Summer warfare

Normally relatively well-behaved children, the long summer days are starting to get to my brood, methinks.

This morning has been fraught with arguments, battles, temporary cease-fires, tribal feuding, and general grumpiness on behalf of these junior soldiers.

Frankly, it's starting to get to me.

I'm in a strange melancholy mood anyway, and the passion to which they are spewing their venom is merely adding to my lethargy. I can only hope that they will wear themselves out from battle and take a nap.

In other news, I am preparing for the next trip of the summer which will be to NY and back, with points in between starting on Saturday. Richly looking forward to it, as this will be a complete family vacation as opposed to our partial one to St. Louis the week before. I am attempting to cross some i's and dot the t's on some articles before I go, hoping that "melancholic lethargy" is a synonym for "profitable creativity."


I may be bald, but at least I'm not chickenshit! ~From the 1977 movie, Slap Shot

Old business and New business

1) I neglected to report on Dennis after my last post--shame on me. We are fine, no damage at all. Just some wind and rain. I believe I am lapsing again into apathy regarding the hurricanes. A dangerous notion, however, when they are this commonplace it is difficult to remain on high alert from June to November.

2) Just got back from my week in St. Louis. Gosh, I miss it. It's funny that I still feel like it is the only home I know. Don't get me wrong, I still am glad we chose Tampa over New York a few weeks back, but St. Louis will always be the place I "grew up"--even if it was when I was 25.

I got to spend a lot of time with some old friends, and make some new ones. The kids were happy and content, and we did a lot of touristy stuff, too. Spending time with my best friend was spectacular.

And since I didn't even leave a quote on the last entry, here is one I ripped off from a family forum.

I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.~Yeats

Riding the Storm Out

I'm watching Dennis begin his visit at the moment.

It's early Saturday morning, and the whistle outside indicates that the first of the "rain bands" are creeping through the area.

The official storm path takes the storm further off the coast to the west of us, but last night they began the first round of evacuations for our county. Also, I have learned that no one really knows what the hell they are doing when it comes to prediction of these hurricanes, so I imagine today will be spent nervous sentry by the TV until it has passed.

I hope it does this rather quickly, as we have a scheduled date night in place tonight--and I'm looking forward to an unrushed dinner sans crayons and a toy.

Update tomorrow on Hurricane Dennis. (That's my Dad's name, BTW, how apropos?)

Brunettes have more fun

It is a bitch getting old.

I went to the salon yesterday for the color of the month, which is more or less brown. Yes, who would have thought that after being born a brunette, that I would want to be reunited with my birth color after all of these years.

Turns out, as you start to get older and grayer, brown is quite a luxury. At least for those of us who need 4 (yes 4!) bowls of color to achieve this. A highlight, a lowlight, a color and a toner were all applied to my burning scalp to make my hair freaking brown.

I won't even tell you what I paid for that privilege.


Because I'm worth it. Andie MacDowell.