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I'd say my mood is sinking with the weather, but really I felt all gooey inside even while the sun was high and shining.
Maybe my mood went south in anticipation of the weather?
Bah.
My feet are cold but I refuse to put on socks. I'm going to will the heat from my coffee all the way to my toes. So there.
- We finally hired a permanent GM. She was the staff pick among the candidates (all two of them). Quite the hippy chic. She wears sparkly Indian-style shirts and has a son nine months older than mine. She's a touchy-type.
We also elected a whole new Board of Stewards at the March meeting. We're now led by a female majority. How about a group hug.
I'm open to change. Change would be good. So long as I get my semi-private office sometime soon. But I don't see it happening. The money's there, the approval's there, the space is paid for. But we're apparently not finished talking about it.
This is the problem with democracy - everyone gets a say.
- I miss my brother. I see his face in pictures, in passing, and it amazes me how I never really appreciated how handsome he was. Maybe because he looked so sick the last few years. Emaciated, really. Worn out. But in pictures he's smiling and reassuring and it breaks my heart. I try not to dwell on it, which is easy because I am so very busy... but sometimes I get a moment to reflect and. I do.
Another thing. I miss my other brother. I love to hear his voice over the phone. I smile when he calls me "baby". It's such a little thing. It makes me want to pretend I don't know what I do. Makes me want to put down this great big grudge I carry. But he can't even go a couple of hours without reminding me why it's necessary to burden myself with things like resentment. caution. the urge to beat his fucking head in. I mean, really.
- My goal this week is to revise "the short story that has no title". I'd really like to have a version I can show my Dad. Though it would probably only make him sad.
- I started my garden. The basil and radishes have already sprouted. Still waiting on the peppers and green onions. I still have to get some dill and cilantro. I'm hoping my Mom will come back from Cape May with some tomato seedlings from my grandmother.
I have a packet of snapdragons. I'm considering trying them out, though I have a lousy history with flowers that don't come from bulbs. We'll see.
That's pretty much all I'll bore you with. If you want to see my gardening journal, comment and maybe I'll tell you where it is. Or maybe not. We'll see.
Maybe my mood went south in anticipation of the weather?
Bah.
My feet are cold but I refuse to put on socks. I'm going to will the heat from my coffee all the way to my toes. So there.
- We finally hired a permanent GM. She was the staff pick among the candidates (all two of them). Quite the hippy chic. She wears sparkly Indian-style shirts and has a son nine months older than mine. She's a touchy-type.
We also elected a whole new Board of Stewards at the March meeting. We're now led by a female majority. How about a group hug.
I'm open to change. Change would be good. So long as I get my semi-private office sometime soon. But I don't see it happening. The money's there, the approval's there, the space is paid for. But we're apparently not finished talking about it.
This is the problem with democracy - everyone gets a say.
- I miss my brother. I see his face in pictures, in passing, and it amazes me how I never really appreciated how handsome he was. Maybe because he looked so sick the last few years. Emaciated, really. Worn out. But in pictures he's smiling and reassuring and it breaks my heart. I try not to dwell on it, which is easy because I am so very busy... but sometimes I get a moment to reflect and. I do.
Another thing. I miss my other brother. I love to hear his voice over the phone. I smile when he calls me "baby". It's such a little thing. It makes me want to pretend I don't know what I do. Makes me want to put down this great big grudge I carry. But he can't even go a couple of hours without reminding me why it's necessary to burden myself with things like resentment. caution. the urge to beat his fucking head in. I mean, really.
- My goal this week is to revise "the short story that has no title". I'd really like to have a version I can show my Dad. Though it would probably only make him sad.
- I started my garden. The basil and radishes have already sprouted. Still waiting on the peppers and green onions. I still have to get some dill and cilantro. I'm hoping my Mom will come back from Cape May with some tomato seedlings from my grandmother.
I have a packet of snapdragons. I'm considering trying them out, though I have a lousy history with flowers that don't come from bulbs. We'll see.
That's pretty much all I'll bore you with. If you want to see my gardening journal, comment and maybe I'll tell you where it is. Or maybe not. We'll see.