When the autumn rains start, I spend a lot of time looking down at the ground, looking for droplets on fallen leaves, watching out for slugs and worms.
Sometimes I’ll talk myself out of a photograph because it doesn’t seem interesting enough, and then I’ll stop right in the middle of a parking lot and turn around, go back, crouch down and snap a photo.
I’m constantly arguing with myself:
Don’t add more pointless fluff to the world.
But what if the world needs a little pointless fluff to even out all of the heavy stuff?
Well, here it is, whatever it is. I need to stop stopping myself, and just post.
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.
Writing from: my living-room in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: an episode of “Travelers” on Netflix. It had promise but ultimately suffered from the same issues that plague all shows about time travel.
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.
It was quite frosty this morning, and an ice storm is headed our way tonight. Wish me luck getting to and from work tomorrow!
Writing from: my living-room in Portland, Oregon. Listening to: the wind rattling the panes.
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.