Winter, they tell me, is the time to reflect, plan, and generally stay out of trouble. So that's what I'm going to do. I'm generally overloaded, overwhelmed, over-just-about-everythinged and nothing is going particularly well, so I think I'm just going to shut the hell up and take a break from me.
Wednesday, January 23, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
unseasonal
So, yeah, it's 68 degrees here today and I feel totally and completely confused, stupid, nostalgic, lost and in general a complete mess. I think it's because when you more or less grow up and stay in one place, combinations of temperature and light and wind and color all signal a particular season, and, just like smells, these seasonal associations are directly bound into one's limbic system, complete with emotional rather than rational responses. Then when we get an unseasonably nice day (or, at the opposite end of the wheel, an unseasonably cool and breezy day) I start coming off the spool. Like my thinking brain hasn't had time to process clues about changes and so was caught completely off guard.
My family, god bless 'em, is used to this behavior. They don't understand why I walk outside, burst into tears and run back in, and when pressed for reasons, sob something about it being "so ni..ni..nice out!" but they are patient with the poor crazy old cat lady.
John's outside screaming curses to the heavens again. Must have blown a fuse (literally - the air compressor, I'd guess.)
Still haven't taken down the Christmas decorations. First I was still enjoying them, now I'm just too lazy. Spring fever in January? Sure feels like it. Stupid January thaw.
Maybe I'll make some Garlic Soup for dinner - see if I can shake both the sore throat and the doldrums. So many interesting things I want to do this year.
But maybe I'll start tomorrow. Tomorrow's another day...up here on the Hill.
My family, god bless 'em, is used to this behavior. They don't understand why I walk outside, burst into tears and run back in, and when pressed for reasons, sob something about it being "so ni..ni..nice out!" but they are patient with the poor crazy old cat lady.
John's outside screaming curses to the heavens again. Must have blown a fuse (literally - the air compressor, I'd guess.)
Still haven't taken down the Christmas decorations. First I was still enjoying them, now I'm just too lazy. Spring fever in January? Sure feels like it. Stupid January thaw.
Maybe I'll make some Garlic Soup for dinner - see if I can shake both the sore throat and the doldrums. So many interesting things I want to do this year.
But maybe I'll start tomorrow. Tomorrow's another day...up here on the Hill.
This has got to be some kind of record
| Syracuse Hancock International Airport Lat: 43.12 Lon: -76.12 Elev: 404 Last Update on Jan 8, 1:54 pm EST | |||||||||||||||
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