Ever had one of those days that bizarre happenings surround you and you have no control over them?
::Self Censored Complaining about School Project::
Ever had one of those days that bizarre happenings surround you and you have no control over them?
::Self Censored Complaining about School Project::
Posted at 01:20 AM in Incoherent Rambling, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
It topped out at 63 today. I went out in tweed and wool. I noticed some leaves that were neither green nor dead, possibly for the first time since I've lived in this godforsaken place. The sun gave us a break. It is finally fall. We had a 20 degree drop literally overnight (the day before topped out at eighty-fucking-five). Today's high was yesterday's low. I am appeased, for the moment at least. I won't trust that this will last. I need a week's proof. If I can go to the farmers' market tomorrow and buy apples and pumpkins and squashes without feeling like an impostor, that will help.
Posted at 02:03 AM in Catching up, Old Town, Pity Party, Weather | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
"The harvest moon hangs round and high
It dodges clouds high in the sky,
The stars wink down their love and mirth
The Autumn season is giving birth.
Oh, it must be October
The leaves of red bright gold and brown,
To Mother Earth come tumbling down,
The breezy nights the ghostly sights,
The eerie spooky far off sounds
Are signs that it's October.
The pumpkins yellow,. big and round
Are carried by costumed clumsy clowns
It's Halloween - let's celebrate."
- Pearl N. Sorrels, It Must be October
"O hushed October morning mild,
Thy leaves have ripened to the fall;
Tomorrow's wind, if it be wild,
Should waste them all.
The crows above the forest call;
Tomorrow they may form and go.
O hushed October morning mild,
Begin the hours of this day slow.
Make the day seem to us less brief.
Hearts not averse to being beguiled,
Beguile us in the way you know.
Release one leaf at break of day;
At noon release another leaf;
One from our trees, one far away."
- Robert Frost, October
"There is no season when such pleasant and sunny spots may be lighted on, and produce so pleasant an effect on
the feelings, as now in October."
- Nathaniel Hawthorne
"Youth is like spring, an over-praised season more remarkable for biting winds than genial breezes.
Autumn is the mellower season, and what we lose in flowers we more than gain in fruits."
- Samuel Butler
"October is nature's funeral month. Nature glories in death more than in life. The month of departure
is more beautiful than the month of coming - October than May. Every green thing loves to
die in bright colors."
- Henry Ward Beecher
I'm so over this. If I weren't so sick right now (and getting worse, I can feel it moving up my throat and bet it will be in the dreaded sinuses by morning) I'd be planning a weekend trip to someplace with Real Autumn. Our poor leaves are just singeing in this sun and heat. No yellow, no red, no orange. Just brown and to the ground with them.
Also, just looking at the housing options pretty much everywhere (besides New York) that's Not Here, it's looking like a temping plan indeed to just up and move once my degree is done. And no, I wouldn't be moving just for or because of the weather. Only heat-seekers do that, the crazy bastards. It's just the combination of my general incompatibility with city life, my loathing of the weather about 65% of the time, and mild tolerance of it 33% of the time (leaving roughly 7 days out of the year that I think "hey, it's nice out"), the outrageous cost of living here and the fact that my future career is (theoretically) highly mobile (though I now kind of have my heart set on the Library of Congress)...it's just time to move on, probably.
The one and only factor that is so hard to get around is the life I've made for myself here. It IS a good life full of friends, family, an awesome neighborhood and tons of things to do all the time. But it is, an expensive life on the wrong side of the Mason-Dixon Line and constantly 10 degrees too warm in too-close proximity to a too-large city (do you know the closest safe swimming hole is almost all the way in West Virginia because of all the runoff from suburban sprawl?).
I don't really want to have to start it all over again, and I do have a great deal going on here. Oh, it's just so hard. What is it in The Geography of Bliss? I left my copy in Alaska so I can't look it up. Some term, or theory about happiness being related to how you "fit" your surroundings, and that some people just really do belong in northern Canada, and others really are meant to be Australian....oh, I don't know. I'm meant for somewhere where October doesn't feel like June. And not my concept of what those months "should" be...but really truly, what June WAS.
I will stop complaining eventually. Probably when we get below 65. Which at this rate ought to be sometime in mid-February.
Posted at 02:11 AM in Pity Party, Weather | Permalink | Comments (2) | TrackBack (0)
Updates from the Freckle household include:
Posted at 02:57 PM in Hearth and Home, My Minions, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
The hole in the floor is as fixed as it's going to be, and I believe that a new refrigerator has been ordered. I'm still a little miffed that I could have taken care of the fridge thing on my own, overnight and possibly for cheaper but was denied but...eh. They can do what they want to do. My poor tummy is getting really ill from all the takeout (fridge is now blocking the stove with nowhere else to go as the floor settles into it's new fixed state) and it's really frustrating to not have cold anything.
Posted at 07:17 PM in Hearth and Home, Moving, My Minions, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
So says the chorus of my fellow Wednesday night folks. And they are right. I look haggard and feel like a woman twice my age. I probably grew my first gray hairs in this past week, and not from the stress...like I said that's all still relatively low level except for a few short lived freakouts.
Posted at 10:52 PM in Moving, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)
Dear Reader,
Posted at 09:55 AM in Hearth and Home, Moving, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
Well, it's mostly done, the moving part anyway. Everything went mostly smoothly except for the procuring of moving boxes which was.....well, the less said about that night the better. Overall, the vast, vast majority of the time on a scale of 0 to 100, my stress level generally stayed between say, a 2 and a 7. Except for when it wasn't, at which points it was at a level of roughly 847, complete with public meltdown and verbal familial abuse and the arrival at the conclusion that I'd just rather burn all my stuff and start over again (this was the boxes night). Not my best moment.
Posted at 11:26 AM in Moving, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
Posted at 07:38 AM in Books, Catching up, Moving, Pity Party, School, Things I'll Miss | Permalink | Comments (1) | TrackBack (0)
Feeling a bit better about the whole horribleness but do really wish I could have just had this over and done with like a band aid. Made executive decision: everything is being organized as it's being UNpacked because (a) ground floor vs 4th floor (b) no time constraints besides own desire to unpack (c) mother and friends and more family helping on the unpacking side (d) the movers are a flat rate anyway, so who really cares? Made further executive decision: if landlords/painters are here and the place is full of dust bunnies and untidy piles of mail and clothes: who cares? Let them think I live in a sty. It's not entirely possible for them to think less of me now anyway. With any luck they'll be allergic to cats.
Also, long long long story that you're best just getting from me directly but a former/still kinda current big muckity muck in town happened by our Wednesday Night Hangout (a group of us loosely affiliated with the Ballyshanners and the pub in general who go out just to chill and drink and talk on Wednesdays). He's long been friends with the owner of the pub but has recently been a bit of a no-show for a variety of reasons. I'm not so into naming names here but basically---pretty big, old family in town and used to have considerable political power (could only have been more if he was the mayor himself).
We were talking, he mentioned an address which is near my new place, and I told him I'm about to move around the corner. We talked about where I live currently and the (extremely abbreviated) circumstances of my moving and without missing a beat he guessed the name of the landlord due almost entirely to the bizarre behavior. He suggested that there may be more to the story than I know, but he wouldn't be surprised either way. I know better than to say anything mean to or about anyone with any measurable power so I just said "hey, that's the danger of renting, it's upsetting but that's life and I'm just glad I got another nice place" but it made me happy. It made me happier that he suggested a letter to the editor and certain bureaucratic grievance channels, if for no other reason than to be a bee in the bonnet but I won't do either. It's just not worth my time, plus I know better than to aggravate the rich, powerful and well connected.
I just can't wait for my new place and I really hope that I don't miss it here too terribly.
Posted at 12:15 AM in Moving, Pity Party | Permalink | Comments (0) | TrackBack (0)
