Thoughts
Almost all the cherry blossoms are gone from the trees around here. They were there yesterday, but blew off last night or today. Also, it seems to have rained.
This has made me think a little on the transience of things.
Last night, I kept meaning to write about the private languages that couples share. I can say "10 minutes" to Andrew, and it means something else. It might mean an hour, it might mean 2 minutes. It might be a remembrance of years past. But it doesn't often mean 10 minutes.
While this isn't the best example, as there are others who might understand, it is AN example. It's just one of the little things we share. Something to set us, as a unit, apart from others, maybe? To demarcate the boundaries of our relationship? I dunno. I suppose those are rather deep assertions for what is, essentially, an inside joke. But maybe, on a deeper level, that's what all inside jokes are. Maybe that's why we can end up feeling excluded from groups--because we don't share their history and their inside jokes.
My stomach keeps rumbling and just won't stop. And I finally ate, even. Almost 6:00. I think I'll walk to the store now. I want to buy a spray bottle, so I can put cleaner in it.
I sit here and stare at the screen and feel how cold my feet are and look at the time and wonder if I really want to walk to the store. I think I need to force myself.
Also, someone keeps playing The Sound of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel. I don't know who, and when I went outside, I couldn't hear it.
This has made me think a little on the transience of things.
Last night, I kept meaning to write about the private languages that couples share. I can say "10 minutes" to Andrew, and it means something else. It might mean an hour, it might mean 2 minutes. It might be a remembrance of years past. But it doesn't often mean 10 minutes.
While this isn't the best example, as there are others who might understand, it is AN example. It's just one of the little things we share. Something to set us, as a unit, apart from others, maybe? To demarcate the boundaries of our relationship? I dunno. I suppose those are rather deep assertions for what is, essentially, an inside joke. But maybe, on a deeper level, that's what all inside jokes are. Maybe that's why we can end up feeling excluded from groups--because we don't share their history and their inside jokes.
My stomach keeps rumbling and just won't stop. And I finally ate, even. Almost 6:00. I think I'll walk to the store now. I want to buy a spray bottle, so I can put cleaner in it.
I sit here and stare at the screen and feel how cold my feet are and look at the time and wonder if I really want to walk to the store. I think I need to force myself.
Also, someone keeps playing The Sound of Silence, by Simon and Garfunkel. I don't know who, and when I went outside, I couldn't hear it.