I have migrated, not unlike a bird, to a new blog-home.

Sometimes I miss living by the river; when it was snowing or late at night I liked to walk Heisa down the street and look at the boats and the lights and, more recently, all that frozen sludge. That's probably all that I miss about that house and that street. In retrospect, it's probably not good to like being outside of your house more than you ( Read more... )

It has occurred to me that the concept of dating is really tiresome. I feel so weird. Fucking politics.

Moving back to Bloomfield, mid-February.

I am wondering if some relationships have expiration dates, like milk. I also wonder if anyone still reads this.

I feel like going somewhere outstanding next year. I'm going to Texas in December. This is not outstanding, but it is free.

Where should I go? Morocco?

Don't say Lexington. I'm going there anyway.

I stopped writing in my real, paper journals nine months ago. Sometimes, in here, in LJ-land, I look back to see what I was doing at this time, this day, last year, two years, three years ago. I have been a shoddy archivist the past year. What have I been up to?

There is a good place in the CLP fiction stacks to hide & cry. I'll be there.

It's odd that I have never mentioned D. in here, ever, not when we met or when we began or when it became serious or when I moved in with him. Nothing. Ever. This is the first of it, I guess.

What on earth is that prophetic of?

1. Sometimes when I get the hiccups and they won't go away I become convinced that I'm going to be one of those world record holders who eternally hiccuped.

2. I have life insurance & a retirement plan. My mind is blown.

3. This city is 100% too small. I have three years left here.

I got a new trumpet. I am staying up too late every night reading books (more McEwan, Yoshimoto, Carlson, Alexie, Frazier) and making bizarre cookie combinations and sitting on the porch ( Read more... )

I got a puppy!!!!

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Moving to Morningside on Friday--new house has a yard with a tree (and some poison ivy), big porches, etc.

(This is a stressful week.)

that fairly inane though good feeling when you toss an apple core in a trash can (not looking) and the clunk of fruitflesh on metal reassures you that your aim is on.

yea.

sometimes i feel better walking than riding. different perspective. riding i find myself looking ahead too much, too far. i am perfectly content to walk and look at my