and the headstones climb up the hills...
It has been a crazy crazy week...
I'm sitting here, listening to the random 'pod mix my computer spits out, and drinking a glass of wine and waiting for the boy to get home so we can have a quick dinner together while he's on break. I was once again the last to leave the office today- the irony that the intern/ assistant is suddenly the one with the most work. Maybe not ironic. Maybe ironic is the wrong word. Of course they have the ability to leave whenever they feel led- I'm making their photocopies and unpacking their boxes and prepping their subjects for interviews...
This is a very strange season. Everything feels awkward and abrupt and we are unsettled in so many senses. My car is still sitting full of cleaning supplies and the last of the remnants of whatever was left at the old apt... There are still a few boxes lying around in our living room with contents we have no place for. And we have recently begun finding tiny black ants on windowsills which makes me annoyed and apprehensive.
Yesterday was my goodbye to the 'Den party at Lynn's, where I ate my own weight in eggrolls and coconut shrimp. As usual there was enough food for a staff twice our size, and we talked about random customers and topics and I kept having to change my tenses to "was" and "did" rather than "is" and "do". Brady made me the most incredible goodbye present- a CD of songs he'd written, recorded in 1 take = brilliant. Most were built off highly disturbing (tho catchy!) inside jokes, and the first track was a version of "This Year" by the Mountain Goats which he'd rewritten the lyrics to ("how am i going to close here/ every night/ without aprille..."). I was crying I was laughing so hard when I brought it home and listened to it, sitting on the floor in my kitchen by the computer. Tyler thought I was crazy... but oh man. Hilllllarious.
More later...
I'm sitting here, listening to the random 'pod mix my computer spits out, and drinking a glass of wine and waiting for the boy to get home so we can have a quick dinner together while he's on break. I was once again the last to leave the office today- the irony that the intern/ assistant is suddenly the one with the most work. Maybe not ironic. Maybe ironic is the wrong word. Of course they have the ability to leave whenever they feel led- I'm making their photocopies and unpacking their boxes and prepping their subjects for interviews...
This is a very strange season. Everything feels awkward and abrupt and we are unsettled in so many senses. My car is still sitting full of cleaning supplies and the last of the remnants of whatever was left at the old apt... There are still a few boxes lying around in our living room with contents we have no place for. And we have recently begun finding tiny black ants on windowsills which makes me annoyed and apprehensive.
Yesterday was my goodbye to the 'Den party at Lynn's, where I ate my own weight in eggrolls and coconut shrimp. As usual there was enough food for a staff twice our size, and we talked about random customers and topics and I kept having to change my tenses to "was" and "did" rather than "is" and "do". Brady made me the most incredible goodbye present- a CD of songs he'd written, recorded in 1 take = brilliant. Most were built off highly disturbing (tho catchy!) inside jokes, and the first track was a version of "This Year" by the Mountain Goats which he'd rewritten the lyrics to ("how am i going to close here/ every night/ without aprille..."). I was crying I was laughing so hard when I brought it home and listened to it, sitting on the floor in my kitchen by the computer. Tyler thought I was crazy... but oh man. Hilllllarious.
More later...