Yesterday, I wrote a 55 page paper. Well, I wrote a 40 page paper, plus 15 pages that each listed a single reference source-- the same source-- 15 times. (I really do not understand my Management professor.) Yesterday, I also discovered the absolute best most perfect way to appreciate my bed.
You know, sometimes I'm not really excited about going to bed. There are too many wonderful books and cool movies and good friends that I want to spend my time on instead-- and of course, the cat must be petted. And then there are the times when I'm not able to sleep or the bed is too lumpy or too hot or too cold or the sheets are wrinkled... and I'm just not really very appreciative of my bed.
But yesterday... or rather, this morning, I figured it out. First, stare at a computer screen from 10am until 3am, with a few short breaks for eating and other necessities. Your eyes will be so bugged out and tired that the dark is a soothing relief. By 3am, you will no longer be sure how to string words together into sentences, or you will forget that the sentence needs to END, and will just string all your thoughts together in one long long long sentence that never ends and gets kinda messy and really fairly pointless. And you'll be tired of holding up your head, tired of sitting at the desk. Tired of leaning forward on the one arm to read the screen better because your eyes got fuzzy around 4pm, and eyes don't get a second wind.
Then, you go to bed. And bed feels like some luxurious palace where nothing has to move and nothing has to bear weight, and it is SOFT and COOL and DARK and QUIET and SUPPORTIVE and there is NO GUILT INVOLVED... Man-- I tell you, going to bed this morning felt better than sex.
Of course... the alarm went off at 7:30. And the phone started beeping at 9. And the cat decided that 10am was really quite late enough, thank you. And I gave up even pretending to sleep by about 10:30... I mean, after all, I still have another paper to write today. Sigh... I miss my bed.
Monday, August 6
Sunday, August 5
August
Somebody remind me-- what was the song the Munchkins sang when the Wicked Witch of the West was defeated? Maybe I can modify that to sing about the flies that are no longer swarming my home...
August should be an interesting month. I've started out by decisively winning the fight against the flies (I'm still on alert in case of future attempts by the enemy, however)-- and my kitchen remains clean and tidy thus far. I've got finals going on. I've got to renew my passport in person, having noticed that the one I found is probably not the most recent one, and I've got a looming deadline for that. I also hope to finish once and for all getting all my legal documents to reflect my divorced status and my new legal last name. A few of the larger corporations seem to have regressed in that field... I start my next internship mid August. And, I start my last semester of classes on the 27th. This means that by the end of the year, I'll have a degree in my hand, and an endless horizon before me.
This is also the month that I turn 29. I've asked people to celebrate with me at fun but expensive restaurants so that I can spend that time celebrating the people in my life that help to make it such a great experience for me (and thus, no gifts but their presence are needed!). August is when we celebrate fire and the harvest and large cats and the ocean and stories. Lots of stories. This month I'm finally going to sort through the last few piles of what-not remaining from my big home-cleaning purge of Summer Semester, too. And I've sent out my first honest to gosh job application this month. With more to follow, I'm sure.
I was recently talking with a good friend, and realized that according to Chakra reckoning, age 29 is the first year of the fifth section of my life (they count in groups of seven)-- and it is the time when I focus on communication (fifth chakra is throat). Since it's the first year in that set of seven, it will probably also be about grounding, and this makes sense to me. I'm hoping to ground myself in a good first librarian job, a good place to live for a while, and a budget that actually can fit my income without forcing me to live on the streets. All of these things require good communication. =) Especially being a children's librarian. And keeping in close contact with my good friends and family from wherever I end up working.
So, HELLO AUGUST! I'm excited about you. And... I'm going to get back to work on my finals now. The old semester ain't over yet.
August should be an interesting month. I've started out by decisively winning the fight against the flies (I'm still on alert in case of future attempts by the enemy, however)-- and my kitchen remains clean and tidy thus far. I've got finals going on. I've got to renew my passport in person, having noticed that the one I found is probably not the most recent one, and I've got a looming deadline for that. I also hope to finish once and for all getting all my legal documents to reflect my divorced status and my new legal last name. A few of the larger corporations seem to have regressed in that field... I start my next internship mid August. And, I start my last semester of classes on the 27th. This means that by the end of the year, I'll have a degree in my hand, and an endless horizon before me.
This is also the month that I turn 29. I've asked people to celebrate with me at fun but expensive restaurants so that I can spend that time celebrating the people in my life that help to make it such a great experience for me (and thus, no gifts but their presence are needed!). August is when we celebrate fire and the harvest and large cats and the ocean and stories. Lots of stories. This month I'm finally going to sort through the last few piles of what-not remaining from my big home-cleaning purge of Summer Semester, too. And I've sent out my first honest to gosh job application this month. With more to follow, I'm sure.
I was recently talking with a good friend, and realized that according to Chakra reckoning, age 29 is the first year of the fifth section of my life (they count in groups of seven)-- and it is the time when I focus on communication (fifth chakra is throat). Since it's the first year in that set of seven, it will probably also be about grounding, and this makes sense to me. I'm hoping to ground myself in a good first librarian job, a good place to live for a while, and a budget that actually can fit my income without forcing me to live on the streets. All of these things require good communication. =) Especially being a children's librarian. And keeping in close contact with my good friends and family from wherever I end up working.
So, HELLO AUGUST! I'm excited about you. And... I'm going to get back to work on my finals now. The old semester ain't over yet.
Sunday, July 29
Rotten Potatoes
I'm not going to gross you out with the details-- nobody wants to lose their appetite. What I AM going to do is tell you about the cloud of little fruit flies that billowed up when I discovered that my potatoes were no longer round on the bottom. It was an invasion.
So I've had to put a lid on the cat's food bowl (she's being quite gracious about it, really), and take out the trash every night, and clean the kitchen within an inch of its life. I tried smoking them out with a sage wand, and spraying at them with my essential oils, and swatting where they congregate on the mirror in the bathroom-- with just about no luck at all. I started to put all the dirty dishes into the dishwasher right away, too. That was round one of the battle of the bugs. I'm pretty sure I lost that one.
In round two, I bought fly paper and discovered that the bugs were feasting inside my garbage disposal. So I put salt and vinegar down the drain once or twice a day now, too. That seems to have taken care of the drain divers. My flypaper strategy didn't work so well at first, however-- I'd see the fruit flies sitting on the fly paper feasting, and a while later I'd go back to see no fruit flies on the fly paper at all. But, after taking care of all other food sources, I'm relieved to report that my strategy is finally beginning to stick. And I've learned that if I cook my food and select snacks with lots of garlic in them, the bugs don't bug me much while I'm eating, which is also a relief.
This morning, however, I opened the door to the dishwasher to put my cereal bowl away, and a whole new swarm of fruit flies billowed out. Maybe only ten bugs this time, but since the old swarm is still only down by about half-- this is not good. So I'll be wasting water and running my dishwasher every night from now on, too. And the Battle of the Bugs continues.
The good news in all this is that I gave up nacho cheese chips when I got married (sad story)-- and my search for garlic-enhanced snack foods has led me back to them again. One of my favorite all time snacks. I'm truly thrilled about this. And the bugs don't bug me when I eat them, either. So, even when your potatoes rotted and your house has been taken over by fruit flies-- SOMETHING GOOD CAN COME OF IT!! (Not to mention how much cleaner my kitchen will be from now on-- and how I've finally learned the "buy only what you know you actually plan to use in the next three days" grocery shopping system, especially with potatoes.)
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. (By the way, speaking of "sticking," my favorite fruit fly death so far is the one that got itself stuck to my lint roller. VICTORY will be MINE!!)
So I've had to put a lid on the cat's food bowl (she's being quite gracious about it, really), and take out the trash every night, and clean the kitchen within an inch of its life. I tried smoking them out with a sage wand, and spraying at them with my essential oils, and swatting where they congregate on the mirror in the bathroom-- with just about no luck at all. I started to put all the dirty dishes into the dishwasher right away, too. That was round one of the battle of the bugs. I'm pretty sure I lost that one.
In round two, I bought fly paper and discovered that the bugs were feasting inside my garbage disposal. So I put salt and vinegar down the drain once or twice a day now, too. That seems to have taken care of the drain divers. My flypaper strategy didn't work so well at first, however-- I'd see the fruit flies sitting on the fly paper feasting, and a while later I'd go back to see no fruit flies on the fly paper at all. But, after taking care of all other food sources, I'm relieved to report that my strategy is finally beginning to stick. And I've learned that if I cook my food and select snacks with lots of garlic in them, the bugs don't bug me much while I'm eating, which is also a relief.
This morning, however, I opened the door to the dishwasher to put my cereal bowl away, and a whole new swarm of fruit flies billowed out. Maybe only ten bugs this time, but since the old swarm is still only down by about half-- this is not good. So I'll be wasting water and running my dishwasher every night from now on, too. And the Battle of the Bugs continues.
The good news in all this is that I gave up nacho cheese chips when I got married (sad story)-- and my search for garlic-enhanced snack foods has led me back to them again. One of my favorite all time snacks. I'm truly thrilled about this. And the bugs don't bug me when I eat them, either. So, even when your potatoes rotted and your house has been taken over by fruit flies-- SOMETHING GOOD CAN COME OF IT!! (Not to mention how much cleaner my kitchen will be from now on-- and how I've finally learned the "buy only what you know you actually plan to use in the next three days" grocery shopping system, especially with potatoes.)
That's my story, and I'm sticking to it. (By the way, speaking of "sticking," my favorite fruit fly death so far is the one that got itself stuck to my lint roller. VICTORY will be MINE!!)
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