Today was definitely a day.
A good day. Maybe even a really good day.
It all started out with fighting the sun for more hours of sleep. Too bright as the autumn comes closer and sun floods my window. Or maybe it was staying up late. Got up, putzed at the computer more than on it, got directions and drove to the garage sale of one of the RCG women. Where I hung out for an hour before coming home with an arm load of books for under five dollars (including the novelization of Taken and Love Letters by Dylan Thomas).
Realized I still had time before work and so went to Garden Ridge to check out the candle sale Tiffany called me about yesterday. Six packs of tapers and votives for fifty cents each in multiple colors. With the still burning itch to do more holiday wise, I prowled the store for what little they had in wheat and grain decorations. Made note of some autumn/Mabon type things i wouldn't mind getting into when September starts. Rambled off toward work with about twenty minutes until I need to clock in.
I made it with two minutes to spare. My first show was a bust, with no audience, since the museum was having Clown Day. My second show, the first of the third one I learned, was packed. I think it was disjointed and faster than it should be, but they seemed to have enjoyed themselves and learned new things. So must not have been too bad. I got to get out thirty minutes early, which left time to change and read next to the fountain until Billy arrived for the meeting he arranged with me.
We took a long walk in the park behind my work, around, across, through, until we found a perfect spot. Secluded from the Sunday visitors, parties, motorcycle rally, on a low wall over looking the running city river in the shade of dense trees. We sat and talked for a long while. I'm not sure I knew how both relieving and saddening it could be to hear someone say you're right. It was a conversation I didn't think we'd get around to having. Though the last few days have exacerbated things in his life, which give painted parallels to the past and all the things he'd needed to say to me about the last months of our relationship.
I've never had this kind of break up. I've never...sometimes words fail me in all of this. Listening to him and the sound of the stream, looking between him and the baby ducks fighting the current. Disappointment, pride, understanding, all hand in hand in hand. The world changes around us. I lost a boyfriend, but managed to keep a very dear friendship I thought had been lost long before I walked out. The subtext is there, mind you, but it's not without sanity either.
Mother nature wiggled her girly wiles nature at me, and I once more became distasteful of being a girl. I got to have two bathrooms stops and we arranged to continue our conversation over a relaxed meal, sitting somewhere, since I hadn't had lunch before work. It turned mostly to topics of school and friends, before we parted for the night and went our separate ways. I think he has a lot of growing to do, but that there will be some this way if it's protected and kept to. I may not approve of the decision, but it's not mine to approve or disapprove of anymore, and even if I do not, I can understand why it's with some good reasons.
I came home and attacked my house. Put up the Garden Ridge stuff, the garage sale books. Broke down the herbs stuff that has been waiting forever. Put away the piles of clothing which were still stacked everywhere. I gave you pictures of the new Lammas things. Wrote up the class. Added new pictures to the museum page. Entirely rearranged my photo gallery connections.
I need to do more, but I'm going to aim toward starting at least a page or two into my paper before going to bed tonight. Thus tomorrow's to-do list;
Finish half of Final Paper
Write Istanbul Paper
Clean Out Car
Do Dishes
Pictures/Away EF Swap
Update/Fix Swap Gallery
Upload FOG Pictures
It all started out with fighting the sun for more hours of sleep. Too bright as the autumn comes closer and sun floods my window. Or maybe it was staying up late. Got up, putzed at the computer more than on it, got directions and drove to the garage sale of one of the RCG women. Where I hung out for an hour before coming home with an arm load of books for under five dollars (including the novelization of Taken and Love Letters by Dylan Thomas).
Realized I still had time before work and so went to Garden Ridge to check out the candle sale Tiffany called me about yesterday. Six packs of tapers and votives for fifty cents each in multiple colors. With the still burning itch to do more holiday wise, I prowled the store for what little they had in wheat and grain decorations. Made note of some autumn/Mabon type things i wouldn't mind getting into when September starts. Rambled off toward work with about twenty minutes until I need to clock in.
I made it with two minutes to spare. My first show was a bust, with no audience, since the museum was having Clown Day. My second show, the first of the third one I learned, was packed. I think it was disjointed and faster than it should be, but they seemed to have enjoyed themselves and learned new things. So must not have been too bad. I got to get out thirty minutes early, which left time to change and read next to the fountain until Billy arrived for the meeting he arranged with me.
We took a long walk in the park behind my work, around, across, through, until we found a perfect spot. Secluded from the Sunday visitors, parties, motorcycle rally, on a low wall over looking the running city river in the shade of dense trees. We sat and talked for a long while. I'm not sure I knew how both relieving and saddening it could be to hear someone say you're right. It was a conversation I didn't think we'd get around to having. Though the last few days have exacerbated things in his life, which give painted parallels to the past and all the things he'd needed to say to me about the last months of our relationship.
I've never had this kind of break up. I've never...sometimes words fail me in all of this. Listening to him and the sound of the stream, looking between him and the baby ducks fighting the current. Disappointment, pride, understanding, all hand in hand in hand. The world changes around us. I lost a boyfriend, but managed to keep a very dear friendship I thought had been lost long before I walked out. The subtext is there, mind you, but it's not without sanity either.
Mother nature wiggled her girly wiles nature at me, and I once more became distasteful of being a girl. I got to have two bathrooms stops and we arranged to continue our conversation over a relaxed meal, sitting somewhere, since I hadn't had lunch before work. It turned mostly to topics of school and friends, before we parted for the night and went our separate ways. I think he has a lot of growing to do, but that there will be some this way if it's protected and kept to. I may not approve of the decision, but it's not mine to approve or disapprove of anymore, and even if I do not, I can understand why it's with some good reasons.
I came home and attacked my house. Put up the Garden Ridge stuff, the garage sale books. Broke down the herbs stuff that has been waiting forever. Put away the piles of clothing which were still stacked everywhere. I gave you pictures of the new Lammas things. Wrote up the class. Added new pictures to the museum page. Entirely rearranged my photo gallery connections.
I need to do more, but I'm going to aim toward starting at least a page or two into my paper before going to bed tonight. Thus tomorrow's to-do list;
Finish half of Final Paper
Write Istanbul Paper
Clean Out Car
Do Dishes
Pictures/Away EF Swap
Update/Fix Swap Gallery
Upload FOG Pictures