It's Been Awhile
Good gawd, has it really been a month since this blog was updated? Someone should really do something about that. Oh right, that’s me. I’m such a slacker — my eight week old niece’s blog is updated more than mine.
Soooooo… yeah… um… what’s been going on the past month? Work has been crazy, but I don’t mind. I’ve been keeping myself busy outside of work, trying to fill every spare moment with some sort of creative endeavor: art, design, writing, and music. I haven’t been too excited with anything I’ve produced lately, so I’m not putting any of it on here.
I guess I don’t really have anything in particular to report, so I’ll just spew whatever mundane tidbits come to mind and post some unrelated photographs from the past month…
I met up with a friend for drink. Everyone in the bar was in their twenties or thirties except for an 80 year old fella wearing an engineer’s hat covered in train buttons. Curious, I asked if he was an engineer. He pointed to his ears to indicate he didn’t hear a damn thing I said. He slammed his hand on a folded stack of paper in front of him, tore off a piece, and slapped it on the bar in front of me as I pulled up a stool.
I wrote what I had said earlier on the paper and gave it back to him. He wrote he wasn’t an engineer, just really into model trains and lamented how it’s mostly a yuppy hobby now. I told him my father has always been into trains and he became an engineer on a tourist train after he retired. I also mentioned I drove a train once and it was quite a thrill. Then he wrote something about wanting to ride a train through nudist colonies. I don’t remember the entire conversation (he kept the conversation paper), but it was really interesting communicating like that.
I was sick for over a week, sickest I’ve been in decades. I forced myself to go to work in attempt to ignore how crappy I felt, but I only lasted about an hour. I didn’t even have to tell anyone I was sick because I looked as bad as I felt. I felt guilty about leaving because it was so busy, which is silly. I had a lot of fun puking my guts out, lying on the couch, staring at the wall, and being so exhausted I couldn’t do anything but moan. I hate being sick; it’s so boring — although, having a fever was mildly entertaining.
I went to the Art Hop. It was effective in distracting me from the fact I still wasn’t feeling well. I wish I tried harder to get some work in it this year. I was part of someone else’s work because somehow I ended up in a skirt and blazer, marching in a nihilistic parade.
Hmmm, what else? Hang on, I’m going to go for a walk, get a coffee, and get some food. Don’t go anywhere. Here’s a book to peruse while you wait. I promise I’ll be right back…
(28 hours later)
Sorry about that, I took a little longer… okay, a lot longer than I planned. You know how it is. You’re walking, you see something interesting down the street so you go to investigate, then you see something else on another street, and the next thing you know you’re a mile in the opposite direction of your original destination. When you finally get home you start looking at a book, you see something that gives you an idea, you work on that idea, and all of sudden it’s 3 in the morning.
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Magpie just brought her tattered catnip eyeball to me so I can throw it across the room. She loves that game. She usually sleeps on one of her two beds, her chair, or under my bed at night, but last night she slept right next to me all night.
I got some Chinese food takeaway. They gave me two fortune cookies and the same fortune was in both of cookies: “A friend is a present you give yourself.” That’s nice, but it’s not really a fortune.
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I received a message the other day that said, “I FEAR YOU.”
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I really want to go to Montréal soon. If someone kidnapped me and brought me there I would not object.
One of my plants was blown of my porch during the night. I saw the pot shards and dirt on the pavement the next morning, but didn’t have time to pick it up because I had to get to work. When I got home I was surprised to see it on my porch in a new pot with a note. One of my neighbors was kind enough to pick up the mess for me, repot it, feed it, and give me some tips on how to save it. Most people are kind to one another in my neighborhood, except for the guy that must have been on something who threatened to kick my ass for no reason.
The other night a potential music collaborator and I went to a showcase of local bands. We were only there for about 90 minutes, but it was benefit for a radio station I like. We only saw a couple bands and they were good. It was disappointing because the whole thing seemed like a big advertisement. I talked to a “comedian” who didn’t have a sense of humor, but he was really good at being annoying.
The lease on my apartment is up for renewal and, just like every other year, I agonize over whether or not I should move. I look at apartment listings and arrive at the same conclusion every year: I’m either going to pay a lot more for the same amount of space or pay what I am now for half the space. As much as I like change, moving is too much of a hassle. I really wish I had a garage or basement because I need an area where I can make a mess — throwing paint around and using power tools in an apartment is difficult, yet I still do it. My dream domicile is a warehouse with a small living area and the rest for making a mess and noise.
I’ve been living in Vermont for almost five years and I don’t see myself leaving anytime soon because I have a job that I like and I still like it here (that’s a big deal for me because I get bored quickly). I should probably think about setting myself up permanently: get married, buy a house, join the Rotary Club, and have a few kids. Ha, I don’t think so — a house maybe.
I should go to bed. I can’t stay up until 4 in the morning tinkering again because I have “band” practice tomorrow. If anything good happens with that project I’m sure I’ll put some of it on here. Then again, I might not post for another month.