poems / finances / neighborhood
I finished going through all my poems. I made changes to some of them, saved anything worth salvaging in a new folder. The folder contains 35 poems. I'm surprised at how many of them are from undergrad. Maybe I have a better eye for revision now than I did then. I hope so. Anyway, 35 poems. Could be worse.
I don't know if I'm up for getting things ready to send out, tonight. But I won't be home tomorrow, and I just remembered Heroes isn't on tonight. So maybe I will get some packets together. But first I'll eat dinner.
I got a bonus at work. Everybody gets one, apparently, and they are calculated on some obscure system that no one quite understands. Mine will probably be enough after taxes to pay off my sofabed and send at least a chunk to my credit card. My credit card bill is not pleasant right now. But between the unexpected bonus and my federal tax return, I should be able to get all the moving debt paid off and get myself back to a good financial place. Good news.
I took a long walk tonight. It was actually just half an hour, but it felt longer. It started when I decided to take out the trash. Then I found some more trash to take out, then I remembered those boxes in the basement that needed to go out, and finally I thought I should just go for a walk. It was really nice out tonight. I found the next two stations on the R8 line, so that if I want a nice long walk home after work, I can get off at St. Martins, and if I want a little bit of a walk, I can get off at Highland (and of course if I feel like I'm going to collapse any second, I can just get off at Chestnut Hill West across the street from my apartment). I really like my neighborhood. It's quiet and peaceful. I found Pastorius Park, and lots of people were out with their dogs. I watched for a while. I like living alone.
I don't know if I'm up for getting things ready to send out, tonight. But I won't be home tomorrow, and I just remembered Heroes isn't on tonight. So maybe I will get some packets together. But first I'll eat dinner.
I got a bonus at work. Everybody gets one, apparently, and they are calculated on some obscure system that no one quite understands. Mine will probably be enough after taxes to pay off my sofabed and send at least a chunk to my credit card. My credit card bill is not pleasant right now. But between the unexpected bonus and my federal tax return, I should be able to get all the moving debt paid off and get myself back to a good financial place. Good news.
I took a long walk tonight. It was actually just half an hour, but it felt longer. It started when I decided to take out the trash. Then I found some more trash to take out, then I remembered those boxes in the basement that needed to go out, and finally I thought I should just go for a walk. It was really nice out tonight. I found the next two stations on the R8 line, so that if I want a nice long walk home after work, I can get off at St. Martins, and if I want a little bit of a walk, I can get off at Highland (and of course if I feel like I'm going to collapse any second, I can just get off at Chestnut Hill West across the street from my apartment). I really like my neighborhood. It's quiet and peaceful. I found Pastorius Park, and lots of people were out with their dogs. I watched for a while. I like living alone.