2016 had one last stomach bug to throw my way. Earlier this afternoon I was feeling dizzy so I went outside for some fresh air and saw this lichen-spotted sign.
I had lofty goals to come home and get all of my chores done and pack and take a nice hot bath with custom-made bath salts that a friend gave me … and then I was delayed at work, and all that melted like so much Portland snow. I’m still packing! But in twenty-four hours I’ll be reunited with FunkyPlaid.
When I arrived home, this confused camellia bud greeted me. Happy Solstice!
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: a podcast called “LifeAfter” that I am not quite enjoying.
I just finished the second of three evening shifts in a row and feeling run-down. How quickly I turned into a morning lark!
Thankfully, I’ve been doing this project long enough that I thought to take a photo earlier in the day instead of scrambling at the last minute. Here is a duck I spied on my dinner break.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: my own yawns.
En route to the bus, I snapped a quick photo of some of our lovely autumn foliage.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “The Wind” by Doe Paoro (feat. Adam Rhodes).
Today’s photo is a bit abstract, since I wasn’t willing to risk dunking my phone (or my whole self) in the creek to get a closer snap. My commute isn’t all urban; I am treated to texturally delectable sights like this one every day. I have to remember that when I’m feeling cranky about all that time on the bus.
The ending of “The Bone Clocks” took a bleak turn, and I’m struggling to finish the very last pages. But David Mitchell is unarguably talented, and I’ll keep reading his books.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Sol” by Solar Fields.
I am so grateful to Past-Cygnoir for taking a photo early this morning so Present-Cygnoir didn’t have to scramble blearily around the house for a last-minute snap.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Whipped Cream Rag” by Fred van Eps.
Nope, not even that.
FunkyPlaid and I finished watching the first season of “Stranger Things” tonight. My feelings are mixed: I reveled in the abject ’80s nostalgia that is the series’ trademark, but not even the most adorable kids ever could make up for the inconsistent writing.
But let’s get back to those ridiculously cute kids.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the “Stranger Things” soundtrack.
My favorite podcast, which I know I have mentioned here before, is Judge John Hodgman. In September 7th’s episode “Mommy Nearest”, Judge Hodgman shared this aphorism: “Welcome to how it goes.” He explains that saying it reminds him that “there’s no use complaining or being frustrated with a problem — you’ve just got to decide how to proceed, and do it, because otherwise you’re just idling.”
Thanks, Your Honor.
Weather report! Last week may have been summery, but this weekend has turned autumnal. We’ve got proper rain and leaves are starting to turn and fall. I’m loving it.
Writing from: my study in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: “Death. Taxes. Hillary.” by Stephen Colbert.
Sometimes you sit at home in a world that only exists in a collective imagination. (Credits below.)
Sometimes you go out into the real world and inhabit what a joyful fever-dream of a Kevin Costner-obsessed, seven-foot-tall clown who will never speak, only sing and grunt and command people to eat cupcakes while he sings “Under Pressure” at them.
Sometimes you are at work and an echo of your past heart walks in as your throat closes and you half-kneel, half-crouch, bargaining with time so maybe this moment could last a little longer than it surely will, bargaining with your shoddy memory which deftly picks exactly now to tell you that this isn’t your beloved but rather someone else’s beloved and can’t you see that all the details are wrong and it doesn’t matter but you won’t cry, no you won’t, not at work, not at a new job, and so you make all of your adult body stand up and smile and walk away.
And the rest of the week? You simply take pictures of the things that fill up other spaces in your brain, colors and shapes in pleasant arrangements, nothing too dangerous, nothing too bizarre: myriad mundanities that somehow add up to a life.
Credits for Second Life snap (vaguely left-to-right):
- Studio Skye – Enchanted Woods v2 – 4 (clearing) [resized]
- Trompe Loeil – Garden Bard Abode (no gardens)
- Schadenfreude Gunmetal Distressed Bethlem Apothecary Cabinet
- Schadenfreude Dark Angel Dress Form RARE
- .random.Matter. – Ire Cabinet – Rose
- Ex Machina Terrarium 1
- *HEXtraordinary* Chameleon Companion – Green Rainbow – RARE
- Apple Fall Books
- Concept} 07. Retro Radio – Cere – RARE
- Concept} Retro Radio – Books
- DIGS – Heritage Armchair – FLF Limited [MESH]
- junk. battered leather couch. brown. pg.
- Trompe Loeil – Antique Floor Lamp with projection lighting
- MIASNOW Home – RUG LOTUS 10 ~black to brown
Writing from: my study in Portland. Listening to: “Wasted Time” by Eagles.