Rust
Oh, beloved Friday morning. Why is it that I tend to feel so much more ambitious and at the ready when the work week is nearing its conclusion? I feel this dramatic urge to tie up every loose end I have and strut about so assuredly, feeling accomplished and quite optimistic of my little career. But, I realize that once Monday comes around again, I'm going to start questioning my relevance and abilities and then become freshly infuriated by the fact that I haven't had a god-damned raise in four years.
Fast-forward to twenty-four & a handful of hours later.
I am sitting on the couch drinking barley coffee and being quite idle - it feels so nice. Last night Sean and I went to Angie's for our usual Friday night ritual of pizza and beer. After that we went to Giant Eagle to get pumpkins (the real and gummy variety) because we had made plans to carve pumpkins with Jim. He came over around 9:30 or so and we all sat on the kitchen floor with our knives and fall beverages. Their pumpkins turned out wonderfully, while mine just looks sort of stupid. I had big plans for mine - I wanted to do an abstract face with intricate detail. Well, one must possess two things in order to accomplish this - decent carving skills and some amount of artistic ability. Violet is physical proof that I am lacking. However, I didn't allow my ineptitude to spoil the evening. I had a blast! We even roasted the pumpkin seeds and perfected them this morning. I think I recall doing it as a kid with my family, but I don't remember much about it.
I think I'm going to have some cereal and then maybe go on a hike with my handsome man.
Fast-forward to twenty-four & a handful of hours later.
I am sitting on the couch drinking barley coffee and being quite idle - it feels so nice. Last night Sean and I went to Angie's for our usual Friday night ritual of pizza and beer. After that we went to Giant Eagle to get pumpkins (the real and gummy variety) because we had made plans to carve pumpkins with Jim. He came over around 9:30 or so and we all sat on the kitchen floor with our knives and fall beverages. Their pumpkins turned out wonderfully, while mine just looks sort of stupid. I had big plans for mine - I wanted to do an abstract face with intricate detail. Well, one must possess two things in order to accomplish this - decent carving skills and some amount of artistic ability. Violet is physical proof that I am lacking. However, I didn't allow my ineptitude to spoil the evening. I had a blast! We even roasted the pumpkin seeds and perfected them this morning. I think I recall doing it as a kid with my family, but I don't remember much about it.
I think I'm going to have some cereal and then maybe go on a hike with my handsome man.