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I'm writing this from my front porch, since it's so lovely outside. I would be running, but my toe hurts for some ungodly reason (people keep saying an ingrown toenail, but I see nothing grown-in) and I don't feel like making it even more angry at me. Toes can be real bitches.
Am I lame? I guess I am. It seems that John almost mocks me, with the way I come home from work, study for the GRE or do grad school stuff, paint, read, play the piano and go to bed as early as I can. Sometimes I shop. But, I get up for work at 5:45…am I supposed to go party every night, regardless? Maybe I am, I don't know. Maybe I'm just a boring person. I hope he doesn't start to resent that.
Of course the one day I needed to take 90W for work, it was backed up with a jack-knifed semi. Oh joy. I should have brought a map. Luckily, my guess that Algonquin Rd would get me there was correct.
Tomorrow, after work, it's off to Mokena to spend the 4th with John. I would go on Wednesday morning, but the parade route is near his house and so I'd have to get there at 9 a.m….translation, leave here by 8, translation, get up at 6:30 on a day off. No, thank you! J Besides, we're going to see Ratatouille.
Painting has done something interesting to me…it seems that when I look up at the sky now, at the sunset, I don't just see the color…I see where I'd have to add white, or a little orange to mix them to be the right shade, and draw the end of my brush dryly across the edges to feather them into one another. I never looked at the sky as if it were a painting before, but it's a lot like that scene in What Dreams May Come where he and his dog are running through the field, but it's really part of a painting, and they are getting covered in paint and smearing all the colors. I love that scene. I hope that's what heaven is like.
Am I lame? I guess I am. It seems that John almost mocks me, with the way I come home from work, study for the GRE or do grad school stuff, paint, read, play the piano and go to bed as early as I can. Sometimes I shop. But, I get up for work at 5:45…am I supposed to go party every night, regardless? Maybe I am, I don't know. Maybe I'm just a boring person. I hope he doesn't start to resent that.
Of course the one day I needed to take 90W for work, it was backed up with a jack-knifed semi. Oh joy. I should have brought a map. Luckily, my guess that Algonquin Rd would get me there was correct.
Tomorrow, after work, it's off to Mokena to spend the 4th with John. I would go on Wednesday morning, but the parade route is near his house and so I'd have to get there at 9 a.m….translation, leave here by 8, translation, get up at 6:30 on a day off. No, thank you! J Besides, we're going to see Ratatouille.
Painting has done something interesting to me…it seems that when I look up at the sky now, at the sunset, I don't just see the color…I see where I'd have to add white, or a little orange to mix them to be the right shade, and draw the end of my brush dryly across the edges to feather them into one another. I never looked at the sky as if it were a painting before, but it's a lot like that scene in What Dreams May Come where he and his dog are running through the field, but it's really part of a painting, and they are getting covered in paint and smearing all the colors. I love that scene. I hope that's what heaven is like.