Selfish time.
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butterflydreamingI am incredibly tired.
I'm home now with a (debateable) return of time to myself, debateable because the cats are demanding a share of attention now, too. What I want most right now is to curl up with a warm... uh, let's say *book*... and close my eyes and revel in the pleasure of being still. As much as I have enjoyed myself over the last several weeks, I've nevertheless felt like time for myself became a low priority. I haven't gotten anything written, I haven't finished a poem (that sonnet doesn't count), and I've been reading my f-list in rushed intervals. And I haven't used my ink & paper journal at all yet in 2005.
First there was all the RL-meets-LJ activity, then with the holidays, family events. My sister's visit from Texas overlapped with New Year's (friends, again) and my best friend's visit this week. (She doesn't actually leave Seattle until the weekend, but she has an event keeping her busy until I take her to the airport again.) I've actually had a clothing dilemna, where I had to repeat what I had worn on another occasion. (Laugh if you will.) Speaking of which, I haven't done laundry! I'm considering running off and doing that right now!
But I have to write something. Journaling works like a Pensive, and if I don't get some of the chaos off, I won't be able to do anything else. It works in layers: LJ, then by hand, then creative writing. Somewhere in that, I can find mental equilibrium.
E and I did a lot of things downtown, in areas that I usually pass through or over, like the Seattle Center, Pioneer Square, and Capitol Hill. I felt like a tourist in my own city, today; a reminder that this is my city of adoption, not my native soil. I've spent very little time Capitol Hill at all. And I took her to Ballard, Fremont, and around Volunteer Park, as well as Georgetown/Columbia. And she has been here before several times, so I was often confirming the location of things that she remembered. (Like the Troll under the Fremont Bridge. Those of you not in Seattle: it's a big cement troll clutching an actual classic VW Bug. Cement... or maybe he was turned to stone. ^_^) And we ate... and ate... .
My brain hurts.
It feels so good to change into this pair of jeans that I only wear at home, to sit on the floor and just type for a while. We did a lot of walking, and we did a lot of talking. Even though I didn't have a workday until this morning, I was up early every day, but we stayed out late, too. And I bordered the days with furitive forays online, the rare email, drafting the skeleton of a post. {sighs contentedly} It's nice to have a few selfish hours, again.
I brought a quantity of piroshky home from Piroshky on Broadway (freshly baked, savory-filled pies), so I don't have to think about dinner. Throw in a bag of salad greens, and it's even a proper meal! I think I shall have a lightly hot shower, put on some music, do my overdue laundry, and scribble for a while. When L comes home, we can watch some anime (Inu Yasha and a disc of some movie that someone gave me... brain too custard to remember what) and eat dinner. Tomorrow is another early day for me, and hopefully, I will have nothing more demanding than reading more of the Jim Butcher novels that I was lucky to find at Twice Sold Tales... .
I'm home now with a (debateable) return of time to myself, debateable because the cats are demanding a share of attention now, too. What I want most right now is to curl up with a warm... uh, let's say *book*... and close my eyes and revel in the pleasure of being still. As much as I have enjoyed myself over the last several weeks, I've nevertheless felt like time for myself became a low priority. I haven't gotten anything written, I haven't finished a poem (that sonnet doesn't count), and I've been reading my f-list in rushed intervals. And I haven't used my ink & paper journal at all yet in 2005.
First there was all the RL-meets-LJ activity, then with the holidays, family events. My sister's visit from Texas overlapped with New Year's (friends, again) and my best friend's visit this week. (She doesn't actually leave Seattle until the weekend, but she has an event keeping her busy until I take her to the airport again.) I've actually had a clothing dilemna, where I had to repeat what I had worn on another occasion. (Laugh if you will.) Speaking of which, I haven't done laundry! I'm considering running off and doing that right now!
But I have to write something. Journaling works like a Pensive, and if I don't get some of the chaos off, I won't be able to do anything else. It works in layers: LJ, then by hand, then creative writing. Somewhere in that, I can find mental equilibrium.
E and I did a lot of things downtown, in areas that I usually pass through or over, like the Seattle Center, Pioneer Square, and Capitol Hill. I felt like a tourist in my own city, today; a reminder that this is my city of adoption, not my native soil. I've spent very little time Capitol Hill at all. And I took her to Ballard, Fremont, and around Volunteer Park, as well as Georgetown/Columbia. And she has been here before several times, so I was often confirming the location of things that she remembered. (Like the Troll under the Fremont Bridge. Those of you not in Seattle: it's a big cement troll clutching an actual classic VW Bug. Cement... or maybe he was turned to stone. ^_^) And we ate... and ate... .
My brain hurts.
It feels so good to change into this pair of jeans that I only wear at home, to sit on the floor and just type for a while. We did a lot of walking, and we did a lot of talking. Even though I didn't have a workday until this morning, I was up early every day, but we stayed out late, too. And I bordered the days with furitive forays online, the rare email, drafting the skeleton of a post. {sighs contentedly} It's nice to have a few selfish hours, again.
I brought a quantity of piroshky home from Piroshky on Broadway (freshly baked, savory-filled pies), so I don't have to think about dinner. Throw in a bag of salad greens, and it's even a proper meal! I think I shall have a lightly hot shower, put on some music, do my overdue laundry, and scribble for a while. When L comes home, we can watch some anime (Inu Yasha and a disc of some movie that someone gave me... brain too custard to remember what) and eat dinner. Tomorrow is another early day for me, and hopefully, I will have nothing more demanding than reading more of the Jim Butcher novels that I was lucky to find at Twice Sold Tales... .
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Date: 2005-01-12 04:51 am (UTC)