my father is growing a horrendous beard, eww
I got my hair cut today. It was fluffier before I ran errands and worked in the garden, but I'll take what I can get. Shame it'll be flat again from tomorrow on out. Oh, and I'm making a fish face because that was the only way I could convince Diana to take the photo for me.
Stef's wilting rose, which was sitting on my desk at school before I left. I think this one has a more interesting composition, but I think the colors are better in this shot.
This is left over from when I planted my organic vegetable over Passover. The lettuce and green onions are just sprouting now, and I went out to weed today. It felt so good to have dirt between my toes and ants crawling up my skirt (because yes, I am a pantsless, shoeless gardener).
Coming home is like entering a time-warp. The physical appearance of this house rarely changes. There's still a hannukiyah with candle stubs in it sitting beside my bed, hats and scarves brought home in February scattered across my floor, and the contents of our freezer haven't changed since Passover (there's still sorbet left over from the seder).1 I suppose it's comforting how everything here seems to stay the same, although I feel like it's easier to fall back on old habits when I'm visually surrounded by my past.
Today was my last day of pre-job (I have an interview tomorrow), pre-internship (starts tomorrow) freedom, and I spent it eating four kinds of tofu and potato samosas (my new favorite Indian food) at Whole Foods and making cards while burning incense.
I have been preening all day long because of my new haircut. I love how spunky the flips make me seem, and how a solid hairstyle brings together an otherwise boring outfit. I came home to find new, slimming t-shirts on my bed, and tastefully sparkly flip flops on my floor, and wearing them for the past three days has boosted my ego. I hate how appearance can affect my mood, though. I don't like the idea of something so superficial being able to lift my spirits or being the focus of my mind. Aren't there more important uses for time and money? Every time I've caught myself looking in the mirror, I've felt guilty and turned away because it's not acceptable for me to be behaving in a manner I'd scorn in other people.
That was going somewhere, but my brain is still on EST, so I lost it. Maybe tomorrow.
1) How did that description manage to sound so Jewish when I am not only away from Brandeis, but am living with a fundie?