well well well
seems i haven't updated my journal in a while...
seems i've barely had 5 minutes to myself for a while...
perhaps, it's good to keep oneself busy, if distraction = good. they tell me it does, though i have my suspicions. but i have become different since i moved. for better and for worse. for richer and for poorer. in sickness and in health. til death do us part.
i have heretofore never been as optimistic as i find myself these days. even in this hot hot heat, i am managing to survive and smile and... gasp!... go outside. (with SPF30 of course.)
strange to remember how it was with me this time last year. i shudder to think.
still, plenty of shenanigans. but none that i feel like writing about really.
i have lots of strange dreams.
my back is sore and my knee makes a clicking noise when i go up stairs. perhaps these will be my constant companions.
yesterday i went to willows beach, and there's a massive eagle's nest in this one tree. i went to check it out, and saw the beautiful bird swooping in to tend to its young. i'd never seen one so close, as far as i can remember. but my memory being what it is, i could have been best friends with one for years. or at least seen them at zoos in my youth. regardless, it was one magical bird and i felt happy and played with crabs and waded through schools of fish. i haven't done that for years.
pretty happy about that.
and other stuff.
seems i've barely had 5 minutes to myself for a while...
perhaps, it's good to keep oneself busy, if distraction = good. they tell me it does, though i have my suspicions. but i have become different since i moved. for better and for worse. for richer and for poorer. in sickness and in health. til death do us part.
i have heretofore never been as optimistic as i find myself these days. even in this hot hot heat, i am managing to survive and smile and... gasp!... go outside. (with SPF30 of course.)
strange to remember how it was with me this time last year. i shudder to think.
still, plenty of shenanigans. but none that i feel like writing about really.
i have lots of strange dreams.
my back is sore and my knee makes a clicking noise when i go up stairs. perhaps these will be my constant companions.
yesterday i went to willows beach, and there's a massive eagle's nest in this one tree. i went to check it out, and saw the beautiful bird swooping in to tend to its young. i'd never seen one so close, as far as i can remember. but my memory being what it is, i could have been best friends with one for years. or at least seen them at zoos in my youth. regardless, it was one magical bird and i felt happy and played with crabs and waded through schools of fish. i haven't done that for years.
pretty happy about that.
and other stuff.