Give Me The Costanza
Having a haircut on Saturday morning always throws the whole day off. I am a morning person and if there's something to be done in the yard or in the house I like to start doing it immediately. If I am gone for four hours running around town, it just kills my motivation.
I went and got my haircut and we had a laugh because I asked for "something different"... and though I am not as bald as I pretend I am, I also keep my hair pretty short so there's not much to work with. So Veronica gave me a short, but longer than a buzz, cut and I have this sort of island of hair in front. She joked we could just shave the front part off completely and I said, "Yes! Give me the Costanza!"... guess you had to be there.
I had to stop at my mom's after to help her with a few things around the house. As usual, I needed to get something out of her back shed and was reminded (as I am every time I got there) that I never helped her repair the shed doors that are literally falling apart. It'd be the easiest fix in the world. Granted, it'd involve cutting and hauling plywood and 2x4s and all... but it isn't rocket science. Yet, there's a laundry list of things at my own home to do that never get done... so there's the dilemma, but it doesn't stop my guilt at having not resolved this issue.
Traffic has been awful all week and it was only slightly less bad on the way home. I had the joy of cutting off this asshole in a convertible Mustang. He and his whore wife were driving along in the left lane. I was passing on the far right, another vehicle in between us. The Mustang had no concern about driving fast in the left lane until he saw me get over and knew I was eventually going to get over again into the left lane to pass traffic in the middle. Only THEN did he decide that he wanted to accelerate after not doing so for at least a mile. It was my utmost privilege to cut him off before he blocked me in. His wife waving her hands and the middle finger in the air. I'd hoped he was going to try racing me, but instead they just ate my dust.
It is kinda sad that it is June and I've not taken the top off the Jeep yet. In my old house, I'd installed an entire hoist system to lift the hardtop off which was doable by one person and kept it out of the way by keeping it up on the ceiling. The ceiling in our current garage is much lower and I think because of the layout and the workbench there's probably not enough room or height to use that old system. And frankly, I just don't feel like spending the cash on a different hoist.
I'd dug up some of these massive columbine clumps my mom wanted to get rid of and planted them out near the road when I got home. But, I just couldn't motivate myself to finish putting dirt in the raised beds and plant seeds. The sun is really hot and I am low on energy from having barely eaten anything all day.
The Sparrow should be home from work by 3:30 so we'll probably go out somewhere. I'd really felt the urge for us to go drinking down the road at the local bar because it looked dead when I was coming back home. But, I am sure by now it's packed. Plus, if we want to accomplish anything tomorrow the last thing we should do is drink.
I continue to contemplate the journal entries I've been reading from the past and had started to input ones I'd hand written earlier this year. I was quite impressed with one I had written about nostalgia and rewatching 'Great Expectations'. With the mundanity and routine of every day life, sometimes I have some pretty profound or interesting thoughts, but because of the nature of life they are fleeting and pass away as soon as they had come into my mind. I see now why keeping a journal is so beneficial for the individual. I am not saying I am going to become some great thinker by continuing to do this, but I am repeatedly astounded to be able to review and rethink on topics and realizations I've had. It is making me feel somewhat like a more complete person.
I do feel like my brain has gotten lazy. I don't really read like I would like to. I don't often challenge my mind like I should. We don't have cable or television other than movies/DVDs and YouTube and sometimes I feel like even that can rot a person's brain.
I long to learn. To expand my mind. I feel like writing again is going to open up possibilities for my mind, soul and body... I say body because reading about my past motivation in being healthy and exercising has watered that seed in me again.
I do think the Sparrow is a little weirded out by my return to writing. I've tried to share snippets with him and other people from my past entries but like I think I said, it really seems this is something for me that most folks just don't get or have interest in. Which is fine, that isn't my goal. But I was making jokes that he is thinking I am cheating in him... with my old self.
I guess the best way I can put it as I am on this journey of self reflection... I cannot believe I am not a total fucking idiot. What else could I possibly be wrong about if that is the case. It's exciting.
I went and got my haircut and we had a laugh because I asked for "something different"... and though I am not as bald as I pretend I am, I also keep my hair pretty short so there's not much to work with. So Veronica gave me a short, but longer than a buzz, cut and I have this sort of island of hair in front. She joked we could just shave the front part off completely and I said, "Yes! Give me the Costanza!"... guess you had to be there.
I had to stop at my mom's after to help her with a few things around the house. As usual, I needed to get something out of her back shed and was reminded (as I am every time I got there) that I never helped her repair the shed doors that are literally falling apart. It'd be the easiest fix in the world. Granted, it'd involve cutting and hauling plywood and 2x4s and all... but it isn't rocket science. Yet, there's a laundry list of things at my own home to do that never get done... so there's the dilemma, but it doesn't stop my guilt at having not resolved this issue.
Traffic has been awful all week and it was only slightly less bad on the way home. I had the joy of cutting off this asshole in a convertible Mustang. He and his whore wife were driving along in the left lane. I was passing on the far right, another vehicle in between us. The Mustang had no concern about driving fast in the left lane until he saw me get over and knew I was eventually going to get over again into the left lane to pass traffic in the middle. Only THEN did he decide that he wanted to accelerate after not doing so for at least a mile. It was my utmost privilege to cut him off before he blocked me in. His wife waving her hands and the middle finger in the air. I'd hoped he was going to try racing me, but instead they just ate my dust.
It is kinda sad that it is June and I've not taken the top off the Jeep yet. In my old house, I'd installed an entire hoist system to lift the hardtop off which was doable by one person and kept it out of the way by keeping it up on the ceiling. The ceiling in our current garage is much lower and I think because of the layout and the workbench there's probably not enough room or height to use that old system. And frankly, I just don't feel like spending the cash on a different hoist.
I'd dug up some of these massive columbine clumps my mom wanted to get rid of and planted them out near the road when I got home. But, I just couldn't motivate myself to finish putting dirt in the raised beds and plant seeds. The sun is really hot and I am low on energy from having barely eaten anything all day.
The Sparrow should be home from work by 3:30 so we'll probably go out somewhere. I'd really felt the urge for us to go drinking down the road at the local bar because it looked dead when I was coming back home. But, I am sure by now it's packed. Plus, if we want to accomplish anything tomorrow the last thing we should do is drink.
I continue to contemplate the journal entries I've been reading from the past and had started to input ones I'd hand written earlier this year. I was quite impressed with one I had written about nostalgia and rewatching 'Great Expectations'. With the mundanity and routine of every day life, sometimes I have some pretty profound or interesting thoughts, but because of the nature of life they are fleeting and pass away as soon as they had come into my mind. I see now why keeping a journal is so beneficial for the individual. I am not saying I am going to become some great thinker by continuing to do this, but I am repeatedly astounded to be able to review and rethink on topics and realizations I've had. It is making me feel somewhat like a more complete person.
I do feel like my brain has gotten lazy. I don't really read like I would like to. I don't often challenge my mind like I should. We don't have cable or television other than movies/DVDs and YouTube and sometimes I feel like even that can rot a person's brain.
I long to learn. To expand my mind. I feel like writing again is going to open up possibilities for my mind, soul and body... I say body because reading about my past motivation in being healthy and exercising has watered that seed in me again.
I do think the Sparrow is a little weirded out by my return to writing. I've tried to share snippets with him and other people from my past entries but like I think I said, it really seems this is something for me that most folks just don't get or have interest in. Which is fine, that isn't my goal. But I was making jokes that he is thinking I am cheating in him... with my old self.
I guess the best way I can put it as I am on this journey of self reflection... I cannot believe I am not a total fucking idiot. What else could I possibly be wrong about if that is the case. It's exciting.