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i don't usually work from 9 to 5. well, that's a lie - i do usually work at 9am on mondays. you never really know what time i'll get out though. today, however, it was scheduled. i was to work 9am to 5pm.
have you ever gone to a new york city supermarket during the "after work crowd"? people are aimlessly walking around the store talking in to their cell phones. lines are long. faces are blank with red rims around their eyes. no one looks at you. at other times of the day, perhaps the only difference would be the red rims. that's the part that made me sad today.
i've devoured one book only to find myself sitting down for a big supper with the next. i already picture myself underlining sentences in this second book. it reminds a bit of dalva, which is to say nothing of the story and everything of the words. i think that not nearly as many people have read dalva either.
godmother really came at the right time for me. isn't it funny how books work like that? i've not much to tell you that has changed over the past few weeks, but a story like this one was much needed now in my life. i laid in my grandmother's bed at the rehab center with her and read bits of it, then would close my eyes and put my arm around her while she napped and think about the story.
not much else to tell you except for bits and pieces:
so that's all for now. maybe a picture... but more soon ...
have you ever gone to a new york city supermarket during the "after work crowd"? people are aimlessly walking around the store talking in to their cell phones. lines are long. faces are blank with red rims around their eyes. no one looks at you. at other times of the day, perhaps the only difference would be the red rims. that's the part that made me sad today.
i've devoured one book only to find myself sitting down for a big supper with the next. i already picture myself underlining sentences in this second book. it reminds a bit of dalva, which is to say nothing of the story and everything of the words. i think that not nearly as many people have read dalva either.
godmother really came at the right time for me. isn't it funny how books work like that? i've not much to tell you that has changed over the past few weeks, but a story like this one was much needed now in my life. i laid in my grandmother's bed at the rehab center with her and read bits of it, then would close my eyes and put my arm around her while she napped and think about the story.
not much else to tell you except for bits and pieces:
- all i have wanted to do after i get off of work is get drunk. yesterday, i could've killed for a margarita...frozen.
- i walk my dogs a lot.
- alternately, i daydream about the springtime - how i will visit the lilacs this year at the ny botanical gardens - something i've said i'd do for a decade now. how in a little over two weeks it will be jack and my's first wedding anniversary. how all of that tastes good in my mouth.
- i want to go here for our anniversary. i think we might.
- i got a letter the other day from an 87 year old man who i never met but did a nice thing for, which pretty much made my day. i've kept it.
- it's very hard to call friends on the phone to catch up, beause i just cry. but i am trying. closest friends have gotten messages and emails. *sigh*
- my hairdresser banged me the other day. hahaha that's funny to me - i got my bangs trimmed.
- i have been waking up at 4am only to find jack reading by flashlight for the past few nights. it's somehow makes me sad, but also i know that he worries so much about me. i love him so much.
- i don't really know her, but maybe you do? i met and talked with idina mentzel today. a co-worker was somewhat unpleasant so i escorted her to her dressing room to somehow make up for it. in case anyone doesn't know, she's really sweet.
so that's all for now. maybe a picture... but more soon ...