I didn't mean for this to be five things, but it happened anyway...
We've been in the new apartment for a week now. The move out of the old place was the usual complete disaster, despite all my this-time-I'll-get-it-right preparations -- up all night, no time left to clean (and a deep cleaning very sorely needed), stuff accidentally left behind, stuff thrown out only to be needed later. I'm sure we'll get some kind of bill for labor required to whip the old place back into move-in shape. So now we're in an apartment that is probably not actually half the size of the previous one, but certainly feels that way; there's barely room to walk amid the boxes, and yet half our worldly goods including most of my clothes and cooking supplies are in a storage unit on the south side of the metro area. The DSL transfer got completely borked and we're sans internet until at least the 21st. (None of our neighbors have the good grace to offer up unsecured wireless connections, either.) Fall arrived almost overnight. There are new duties at the office, new people coming in, a new work schedule, a new bus schedule, different routes, different drivers. I still haven't caught up on the missed sleep. Everything feels completely bizarre all the time, like I accidentally stepped into someone else's life. How long does this last?
Finally got back to sitting zazen yesterday after missing at least a month due to my own laziness and then an end-of-summer hiatus at the Zen center. I had figured out how to sit comfortably, but that's gone now -- I don't know if I stiffened up, or my recent weight gain has changed my center of balance, or the switch from warm-weather skirts to cool-weather pants is restricting how my legs can bend. At any rate, it's good practice for that whole "sit and experience and don't react" thing some people mention in context with some kinds of meditation. Or rather, sit and think "ow ow fuck fuck ow ow I need to move this is stupid ow ow ow."
I brought in those fat mini Tootsie Rolls to fill our department candy dish. Because I work with four native Minnesotans, the treats disappeared at the usual quick I-need-a-workday-sugar-rush pace, but now there is only one left, and nobody is eating it. Every time I see it, I am reminded of a story mrissa told at 4th Street, the details of which I have totally blanked on by now but the punchline being someone seeing a book-club treat platter with one item left and announcing, "I will throw myself on the unexploded brownie." Or whatever baked good it was. Anyway, I lack any scruples whatsoever on eating the last of something (if you wanted it, you should have gotten there sooner!) but my latest Weird Food Thing does not allow for Tootsie Rolls, so I am left to merely observe.
I wouldn't say that my fantasy football team is the absolute worst one possible, mathematically speaking, but boy howdy, this will be a painful season. To say nothing of poor Peyton! *sobs*
A grylliader asked why the Dairy Queen has not yet delivered us a York Peppermint Patty Blizzard, and now that's all I can think about. Come on, market, deliver that shit! DEMAND KURV!
Finally got back to sitting zazen yesterday after missing at least a month due to my own laziness and then an end-of-summer hiatus at the Zen center. I had figured out how to sit comfortably, but that's gone now -- I don't know if I stiffened up, or my recent weight gain has changed my center of balance, or the switch from warm-weather skirts to cool-weather pants is restricting how my legs can bend. At any rate, it's good practice for that whole "sit and experience and don't react" thing some people mention in context with some kinds of meditation. Or rather, sit and think "ow ow fuck fuck ow ow I need to move this is stupid ow ow ow."
I brought in those fat mini Tootsie Rolls to fill our department candy dish. Because I work with four native Minnesotans, the treats disappeared at the usual quick I-need-a-workday-sugar-rush pace, but now there is only one left, and nobody is eating it. Every time I see it, I am reminded of a story mrissa told at 4th Street, the details of which I have totally blanked on by now but the punchline being someone seeing a book-club treat platter with one item left and announcing, "I will throw myself on the unexploded brownie." Or whatever baked good it was. Anyway, I lack any scruples whatsoever on eating the last of something (if you wanted it, you should have gotten there sooner!) but my latest Weird Food Thing does not allow for Tootsie Rolls, so I am left to merely observe.
I wouldn't say that my fantasy football team is the absolute worst one possible, mathematically speaking, but boy howdy, this will be a painful season. To say nothing of poor Peyton! *sobs*
A grylliader asked why the Dairy Queen has not yet delivered us a York Peppermint Patty Blizzard, and now that's all I can think about. Come on, market, deliver that shit! DEMAND KURV!