Home Sweet Home
Just got back from a lovely dinner at mom's - her homemade sauce with bow tie macaroni and Eye-Talian sausage. Bizarro took a break from writing (which is all he does these days) and came with me. The drive down to Elmira was beautiful in the warm sunshine, and dinner was exquisite (we brought a bottle of sweet blush - Bully Hill of course!). After dinner we played Scrabble and I won! Today was completely the antithesis of yesterday in every way. Thank gawd.
My insights for making things less stressful: as I said earlier, recognizing that life is tough, and everyone is going through the same shit (different day). Maybe it doesn't look like people are going through anything particularly distressing - but we cannot know each other's minds and hearts, nor past and future lives. So that means we're all connected by the same human experience. The best we can do is to laugh at our predicament together.
That's my new focus - treat everything with humor, as in, not taking myself or anything else too seriously. We'll see how that goes. I felt some drastic movement this weekend - something awaking inside my mind. I hope this is the beginning of the end of my angry sub-terranean lava flows.
Here's to a new week.
P.S. Hey Mr. Club - saw that you called - I was driving. Call me back some time - after 7:00 p.m. on weeknights is best, or weekends of course. :)
Sunday, October 30, 2005
New Day
Well it's Sunday morning and I'm feeling a lot better after getting a good night's sleep. Last night we just hung out with a bottle of our favorite wine (Bully Hill Love My Goat), and watched Campion (starring my favorite Doctor, Peter Davison). Some good British mystery to assuage my sagging spirit. (Not to mention the wine!)
In my musings this weekend, I recognized a fundamental notion of Buddhism that really stuck with me - in my own words here: The reason why people are mean is because life is hard. (Well DUH! Yes I know - but the simplicity of this statement and its implications are profound.)
People are always reacting, reacting, reacting -- to the difficulties of just getting through a day. Think of all the stuff we have to do in one day - working, feeding ourselves, doing chores, spending time with other people in our family even when we're tired, etc. We all have to do these things (well, MOST of us) and often these things are difficult in an of themselves, much less when you combine them all, and then throw on top the human condition of having turbulent emotions that attach themselves to events, actions, people and situations. Hence, the constant reacting, reacting, reacting. Often we react based on our emotional states, which are bound up in all kinds of psychological processes that may or may not have anything to do with the actual event, action, people or situation.
So what if I just recognize and accept that "life is hard." Or as the Buddha put it: "Life is suffering." Anything I do is within the bounds of that statement, and therefore anything anyone else does, is also within those bounds. We're all just trying to muddle through somehow. This puts us all on more equal footing, which helps us to find compassion for each other (even when we're being assholes). That's not to say that we should continually put ourselves in harm's way or remain in a damaging situation, but we can have compassion for ourselves and for the other parties (and get out). But I digress a little -
If I accept that "life is hard" then I can stop trying to force and/or expect everything to be perfect (including myself). This is often what I try to do, albeit unconciously. By doing that, I set myself up for perpetual disappointment and frustration, which builds up and eventually turns into rage that the world is a sucky place and I'm never good enough.
Okay, I better stop there for now. I'll write more later. That's more than enough for the time being.
Well it's Sunday morning and I'm feeling a lot better after getting a good night's sleep. Last night we just hung out with a bottle of our favorite wine (Bully Hill Love My Goat), and watched Campion (starring my favorite Doctor, Peter Davison). Some good British mystery to assuage my sagging spirit. (Not to mention the wine!)
In my musings this weekend, I recognized a fundamental notion of Buddhism that really stuck with me - in my own words here: The reason why people are mean is because life is hard. (Well DUH! Yes I know - but the simplicity of this statement and its implications are profound.)
People are always reacting, reacting, reacting -- to the difficulties of just getting through a day. Think of all the stuff we have to do in one day - working, feeding ourselves, doing chores, spending time with other people in our family even when we're tired, etc. We all have to do these things (well, MOST of us) and often these things are difficult in an of themselves, much less when you combine them all, and then throw on top the human condition of having turbulent emotions that attach themselves to events, actions, people and situations. Hence, the constant reacting, reacting, reacting. Often we react based on our emotional states, which are bound up in all kinds of psychological processes that may or may not have anything to do with the actual event, action, people or situation.
So what if I just recognize and accept that "life is hard." Or as the Buddha put it: "Life is suffering." Anything I do is within the bounds of that statement, and therefore anything anyone else does, is also within those bounds. We're all just trying to muddle through somehow. This puts us all on more equal footing, which helps us to find compassion for each other (even when we're being assholes). That's not to say that we should continually put ourselves in harm's way or remain in a damaging situation, but we can have compassion for ourselves and for the other parties (and get out). But I digress a little -
If I accept that "life is hard" then I can stop trying to force and/or expect everything to be perfect (including myself). This is often what I try to do, albeit unconciously. By doing that, I set myself up for perpetual disappointment and frustration, which builds up and eventually turns into rage that the world is a sucky place and I'm never good enough.
Okay, I better stop there for now. I'll write more later. That's more than enough for the time being.
Saturday, October 29, 2005
Hanging On
I don't understand why I always feel targeted by life's mean-spirited events, but I do. I spent over and hour in the Sprint store and only got some of the satisfaction I was looking for. It was exhausting, and I resent having to do it at all. On the way home we stopped at the Collegetown Bagels and when I went to get my card out, lo and behold - my debit card was missing. After a thorough search of my wallet and purse (numerous times), the car, the walk to the car, my pockets and anywhere else it would have been, we had to conclude that it's been nicked. Last night we went to Borders around 10:20 and closed the place down (a ripping Friday night, don't you think?). I did buy a book (not in the budget but it was a book on anger and stuff), and for the life of me I don't remember the cashier handing me my card back. Can this be so? Or did I just jam it into my purse without realizing it and it fell out on the ground outside? I have no idea, but it's gone. I called to cancel it today. Which means I have no access to my bank account until Monday.
Is it me? Do I have some horrid curse that I'll never be financial solvent and I will run in to every possible issue and problem with money? This latest wave of bullshit started after we moved here (beginning with Sprint in August). Maybe no one wanted this apartment for a reason - it's got the most fucked up Feng Shui in town.
I'm pissed because my entire day, a full day of my weekend, has been totally fucking ruined.
Moving here was supposed to be a good thing, but so far all I've experienced is shitty boss at work, money problems, and now we're peering into the chasm of 6 months of hard winter. Maybe this was a mistake.
I think I need to get some counseling for depression because every attempt I make at pulling myself out of the gutter winds up with me slipping back into the mud hole.
I don't understand why I always feel targeted by life's mean-spirited events, but I do. I spent over and hour in the Sprint store and only got some of the satisfaction I was looking for. It was exhausting, and I resent having to do it at all. On the way home we stopped at the Collegetown Bagels and when I went to get my card out, lo and behold - my debit card was missing. After a thorough search of my wallet and purse (numerous times), the car, the walk to the car, my pockets and anywhere else it would have been, we had to conclude that it's been nicked. Last night we went to Borders around 10:20 and closed the place down (a ripping Friday night, don't you think?). I did buy a book (not in the budget but it was a book on anger and stuff), and for the life of me I don't remember the cashier handing me my card back. Can this be so? Or did I just jam it into my purse without realizing it and it fell out on the ground outside? I have no idea, but it's gone. I called to cancel it today. Which means I have no access to my bank account until Monday.
Is it me? Do I have some horrid curse that I'll never be financial solvent and I will run in to every possible issue and problem with money? This latest wave of bullshit started after we moved here (beginning with Sprint in August). Maybe no one wanted this apartment for a reason - it's got the most fucked up Feng Shui in town.
I'm pissed because my entire day, a full day of my weekend, has been totally fucking ruined.
Moving here was supposed to be a good thing, but so far all I've experienced is shitty boss at work, money problems, and now we're peering into the chasm of 6 months of hard winter. Maybe this was a mistake.
I think I need to get some counseling for depression because every attempt I make at pulling myself out of the gutter winds up with me slipping back into the mud hole.
Stormy Weather
I'm going through a tough time right now. Things have settled down at work, which makes day-to-day life a lot more enjoyable. But an old "friend" is back in town - anger.
Last night I had a melt down because of the continuing problems I'm having with Sprint. I won't get into it all, let's just say I'm going over to their store today and demanding to have my contract terminated and I AIN'T paying no $150. They're the bastards who have broken the good-faith agreement with lousy service.
Anyway, the point is that I totally lost it again last night - temper tantrum. I never throw anything or hit anything, but I shout and send out blasts of anger-heat-waves. My poor husband got so rattled and upset - his blood pressure went through the roof and he ended up with a bloody nose. That was the reality check of a lifetime for me. I've often said "I'll do better next time." when something happens and I lose my temper. But now, it's different. I spent the rest of the evening trying to get focused. I went to bed around 11:00 and these are two of the dreams I had:
All my dreams last night took place in this area by a lake, like a little town.
In the first dream, I was in training to become some kind of magical hero. There were two trainers (masters) and myself, and we were near a lake practicing our "superpower," which was conjuring animals and animal spirits. The first animal I conjured was a monkey (that is also my Chinese zodiac sign). Then suddenly, there was some menacing entity attacking the little town on the lake. The two masters urged me to hang back, but try as they might, they couldn't defeat the entity (like a dinosaur bird thing with a long sharp beak). The thing grabbed a little kid on the shore and started to fly away. I jumped out (flying over the face of the lake) and conjured "horned demon" but the two masters told me it was too powerful and difficult to control. But I managed to hold onto it and directed it specifically to defeat the beast AND not harm the little kid. It did! The demon destroyed the beast and then dropped the kid, who landed in the water. I got the little kid and brought it to the shore. The kid didn't look "real" though - almost like a plastic doll.
In the follow-up dream (there were other snippets of dream in the same "place" by this lake), I was a super hero (like Superman) who had chosen the path of Peace and wouldn't fight anymore. Some bad guy came up to me and started picking a fight. I calmly explained my new outlook on life, and he calmed down and in fact we became buddies.
This morning I am feeling more at peace than I have in a long time. I feel as if a veil has lifted and the cloak of depression is not so tightly wrapped. I realize that is over-the-top imagery, but it is apt. I am going to spend as much of this weekend as possible with meditation and reading Dharma books that speak of anger and turbulent emotions. This is something I need to crack before I bring a new person in this world. I believe that this anger - spurred on by POWERLESSNESS - was learned from my mother when I was but a wee tot. Looking back, I can certainly see the signs. I don't want this to be a legacy to hand down to the next generation. I owe it to myself, to my future daughter/son, and to my husband.
Not so much light reading today, huh?
I'm going through a tough time right now. Things have settled down at work, which makes day-to-day life a lot more enjoyable. But an old "friend" is back in town - anger.
Last night I had a melt down because of the continuing problems I'm having with Sprint. I won't get into it all, let's just say I'm going over to their store today and demanding to have my contract terminated and I AIN'T paying no $150. They're the bastards who have broken the good-faith agreement with lousy service.
Anyway, the point is that I totally lost it again last night - temper tantrum. I never throw anything or hit anything, but I shout and send out blasts of anger-heat-waves. My poor husband got so rattled and upset - his blood pressure went through the roof and he ended up with a bloody nose. That was the reality check of a lifetime for me. I've often said "I'll do better next time." when something happens and I lose my temper. But now, it's different. I spent the rest of the evening trying to get focused. I went to bed around 11:00 and these are two of the dreams I had:
All my dreams last night took place in this area by a lake, like a little town.
In the first dream, I was in training to become some kind of magical hero. There were two trainers (masters) and myself, and we were near a lake practicing our "superpower," which was conjuring animals and animal spirits. The first animal I conjured was a monkey (that is also my Chinese zodiac sign). Then suddenly, there was some menacing entity attacking the little town on the lake. The two masters urged me to hang back, but try as they might, they couldn't defeat the entity (like a dinosaur bird thing with a long sharp beak). The thing grabbed a little kid on the shore and started to fly away. I jumped out (flying over the face of the lake) and conjured "horned demon" but the two masters told me it was too powerful and difficult to control. But I managed to hold onto it and directed it specifically to defeat the beast AND not harm the little kid. It did! The demon destroyed the beast and then dropped the kid, who landed in the water. I got the little kid and brought it to the shore. The kid didn't look "real" though - almost like a plastic doll.
In the follow-up dream (there were other snippets of dream in the same "place" by this lake), I was a super hero (like Superman) who had chosen the path of Peace and wouldn't fight anymore. Some bad guy came up to me and started picking a fight. I calmly explained my new outlook on life, and he calmed down and in fact we became buddies.
This morning I am feeling more at peace than I have in a long time. I feel as if a veil has lifted and the cloak of depression is not so tightly wrapped. I realize that is over-the-top imagery, but it is apt. I am going to spend as much of this weekend as possible with meditation and reading Dharma books that speak of anger and turbulent emotions. This is something I need to crack before I bring a new person in this world. I believe that this anger - spurred on by POWERLESSNESS - was learned from my mother when I was but a wee tot. Looking back, I can certainly see the signs. I don't want this to be a legacy to hand down to the next generation. I owe it to myself, to my future daughter/son, and to my husband.
Not so much light reading today, huh?
Saturday, October 15, 2005
Life... at last
Little by little, I'm feeling like my life here is what I want it to be. Things at work have changed drastically. I prayed and prayed for all obstacles to be removed at work, regarding the eval project I was trying to finish, and in fact the entire project went away. The "obstacle" was that entire project, and I hadn't wanted to admit to myself how miserable I was as a result of it. Not only was it ridiculous to give such a high-profile, high-stakes program eval project to the new person (new to the university, new to the program, and new to the field of ITA training), but I've never done a project of such scope. Not only that, they expected me to do it totally by myself on TOP OF a full time teaching load and mandatory meetings with my 23 students every week. I was going in early, coming home late, working through lunches, and not taking any breaks. I had to get filled in on all the background and industry history that I didn't know about. It was ludicrous. I worked my arse off getting the proposal put together and creating the survey instrument for a project that needs to be completed THIS semester with a final report in December. I really consumed a lot of pressure, after meetings with my boss who would micromanage me and criticize me without even really looking at the work I'd done. As I said, I was totally miserable but didn't want to admit it, cause afterall, people would kill for my job and in every other way, this is a good situation.
Last week they informed me rather abruptly that they were passing the project on to one of the other folks in the program, due to the fact that relationships with the other departments need to be kept on a good note throughout this project, and they don't want someone brand new dealing with those departments. That's a sound management decision, in my opinion, knowing how out of control politics are on that campus, and besides, I'm more than happy to see that project become someone else's responsibility. I did a lot of work, which everyone except my boss has commented on.
In the meantime, they've given me a really great project - one I'm actually prepared to do. I'm creating curriculum for the fourth course in the sequence they have in place. I'm very excited about it and I feel GREAT at work. I actually have time to focus on my teaching, now, preparing more adequately for classes and conferences. I can get the work I need done in the time I have without working over 45 hours and feeling scared that I'm in over my head. It's like a new existence.
I'm also getting the hang of the new bi-weekly paychecks, as far as budgeting. We had a bit of a tough situation at the end of the last two weeks, due to my poor planning. That won't happen again, for now I have a plan and a budget and a more realistic idea of the cost of living here.
Today I had lunch with mom and we went to one of the local farms that sell stuff, especially in the fall. I bought a HUGE flowering mum plant for $4.95 and some cute little gourds for a couple bucks. Then I went to see one of the nuns at my old high school. They've got two Korean girls and NO idea what to do with their poor English skills. Apparently one of the more deccicated nuns was reading short stories at the girls and then asking "did you understand that?" Right. So I gave some healthy advice and a few resources. I wish the best for those poor girls. Why the fuck did they get sent to a school without an ESL program, is what I want to know.
Tomorrow I am just going to take it easy around the house, although I'm having coffee and a bagel in the morning with my friend from work. We have barely seen each other in the last couple weeks, so it'll be good to catch up with her.
Oh, and tonight I also decided on my Halloween costume for the party we're going to next weekend. The costume shop was open and I bought a three-cornered hat with some white "fur" trim, and a musket ball pistol for a pirate costume. I think Bizarro is going as a pimp. His favorite costume, I think.
Anyway, that's all for now. I'm getting a lil' tired and would like to do some reading before going to bed.
TTFN
Little by little, I'm feeling like my life here is what I want it to be. Things at work have changed drastically. I prayed and prayed for all obstacles to be removed at work, regarding the eval project I was trying to finish, and in fact the entire project went away. The "obstacle" was that entire project, and I hadn't wanted to admit to myself how miserable I was as a result of it. Not only was it ridiculous to give such a high-profile, high-stakes program eval project to the new person (new to the university, new to the program, and new to the field of ITA training), but I've never done a project of such scope. Not only that, they expected me to do it totally by myself on TOP OF a full time teaching load and mandatory meetings with my 23 students every week. I was going in early, coming home late, working through lunches, and not taking any breaks. I had to get filled in on all the background and industry history that I didn't know about. It was ludicrous. I worked my arse off getting the proposal put together and creating the survey instrument for a project that needs to be completed THIS semester with a final report in December. I really consumed a lot of pressure, after meetings with my boss who would micromanage me and criticize me without even really looking at the work I'd done. As I said, I was totally miserable but didn't want to admit it, cause afterall, people would kill for my job and in every other way, this is a good situation.
Last week they informed me rather abruptly that they were passing the project on to one of the other folks in the program, due to the fact that relationships with the other departments need to be kept on a good note throughout this project, and they don't want someone brand new dealing with those departments. That's a sound management decision, in my opinion, knowing how out of control politics are on that campus, and besides, I'm more than happy to see that project become someone else's responsibility. I did a lot of work, which everyone except my boss has commented on.
In the meantime, they've given me a really great project - one I'm actually prepared to do. I'm creating curriculum for the fourth course in the sequence they have in place. I'm very excited about it and I feel GREAT at work. I actually have time to focus on my teaching, now, preparing more adequately for classes and conferences. I can get the work I need done in the time I have without working over 45 hours and feeling scared that I'm in over my head. It's like a new existence.
I'm also getting the hang of the new bi-weekly paychecks, as far as budgeting. We had a bit of a tough situation at the end of the last two weeks, due to my poor planning. That won't happen again, for now I have a plan and a budget and a more realistic idea of the cost of living here.
Today I had lunch with mom and we went to one of the local farms that sell stuff, especially in the fall. I bought a HUGE flowering mum plant for $4.95 and some cute little gourds for a couple bucks. Then I went to see one of the nuns at my old high school. They've got two Korean girls and NO idea what to do with their poor English skills. Apparently one of the more deccicated nuns was reading short stories at the girls and then asking "did you understand that?" Right. So I gave some healthy advice and a few resources. I wish the best for those poor girls. Why the fuck did they get sent to a school without an ESL program, is what I want to know.
Tomorrow I am just going to take it easy around the house, although I'm having coffee and a bagel in the morning with my friend from work. We have barely seen each other in the last couple weeks, so it'll be good to catch up with her.
Oh, and tonight I also decided on my Halloween costume for the party we're going to next weekend. The costume shop was open and I bought a three-cornered hat with some white "fur" trim, and a musket ball pistol for a pirate costume. I think Bizarro is going as a pimp. His favorite costume, I think.
Anyway, that's all for now. I'm getting a lil' tired and would like to do some reading before going to bed.
TTFN
Tuesday, October 11, 2005
So much to say...so little energy.
Spent most of today, my only real day of "rest" before returning to work, figuring out what was wrong with my checkbook. That took the greater part of the afternoon. So much for spending a peaceful day to myself. Instead, today was a "hive of scum and villainy." Here is my hate list for the day:
I hate MBNA. (they are more creditors than human now; twisted and evil)
I hate Sprint (they socked me with a service charge and prorated rates that weren't supposed to be there according to the inept bumblefucks at the Pyramid Mall Sprint store, which also didn't appear on my bill, so my phone service was turned off this weekend and I had to call 4 times to get it "fixed" which is really isn't still)
I hate banks. They all suck ass.
I hate micromanagers who wear ugly turquoise pants with yellow monkeys printed on them, and then lecture me about "professionalism" when I haven't even done anything.
I hate statistics.
I hate gray skies and bone-chilling damp.
I hate radiant heaters that have two dials on them, both of which are numbered 1 - 6. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
I hate not getting things done.
I hate not having enough time for myself.
I hate PMS
But I do love my husband, and my family (most of them), and the great potential and opportunity I have in life. I love Dharma (even when I'm making a hate list to blow off steam).
Here's my "love" list, where "love" really means "like a lot":
I love perks on the side like taking home my computer on the weekends.
I love living near a lake.
I love having good friends like the ones in my life, both near and far.
I love the fact that I am just like every other living being on the planet: just trying to be happy in some way.
I love Chinese food.
I love having health benefits.
I love film.
I love curriculum development.
I love meditating.
Okay, and a few more comments at random:
1. Whitley Streiber is a well-meaning nutcase.
2. Israel and Palestine need to get over it and start acting like grown-ups.
3. Anyone who is considered to be "Kenny G lite" needs to find a new occupation.
4. Will Farrell is just NOT funny. Ever.
5. I need to see a good movie to get my creative juices flowing again.
That's it from the nut farm today. It's been a loooong weekend and I'm almost glad to be going back to work tomorrow. Almost. Until next time..
Spent most of today, my only real day of "rest" before returning to work, figuring out what was wrong with my checkbook. That took the greater part of the afternoon. So much for spending a peaceful day to myself. Instead, today was a "hive of scum and villainy." Here is my hate list for the day:
I hate MBNA. (they are more creditors than human now; twisted and evil)
I hate Sprint (they socked me with a service charge and prorated rates that weren't supposed to be there according to the inept bumblefucks at the Pyramid Mall Sprint store, which also didn't appear on my bill, so my phone service was turned off this weekend and I had to call 4 times to get it "fixed" which is really isn't still)
I hate banks. They all suck ass.
I hate micromanagers who wear ugly turquoise pants with yellow monkeys printed on them, and then lecture me about "professionalism" when I haven't even done anything.
I hate statistics.
I hate gray skies and bone-chilling damp.
I hate radiant heaters that have two dials on them, both of which are numbered 1 - 6. WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?
I hate not getting things done.
I hate not having enough time for myself.
I hate PMS
But I do love my husband, and my family (most of them), and the great potential and opportunity I have in life. I love Dharma (even when I'm making a hate list to blow off steam).
Here's my "love" list, where "love" really means "like a lot":
I love perks on the side like taking home my computer on the weekends.
I love living near a lake.
I love having good friends like the ones in my life, both near and far.
I love the fact that I am just like every other living being on the planet: just trying to be happy in some way.
I love Chinese food.
I love having health benefits.
I love film.
I love curriculum development.
I love meditating.
Okay, and a few more comments at random:
1. Whitley Streiber is a well-meaning nutcase.
2. Israel and Palestine need to get over it and start acting like grown-ups.
3. Anyone who is considered to be "Kenny G lite" needs to find a new occupation.
4. Will Farrell is just NOT funny. Ever.
5. I need to see a good movie to get my creative juices flowing again.
That's it from the nut farm today. It's been a loooong weekend and I'm almost glad to be going back to work tomorrow. Almost. Until next time..
Sunday, October 02, 2005
A Few Moments of Peace
On this gorgeous Sunday morning, I'm sitting on our little patio in my camping chair. It's warm and sunny, and I am so pleased to be able to enjoy some fresh air. Bizarro and I have been down with colds since Thursday. We both seem to be over the worst of it, and actually he was much worse off than myself so I'm feeling pretty well except for the constant sniffling and nose blowing. My nose is sore from "tissue burn."
Earlier I did some T'ai Chi on the patio, and it felt great to move my body. Since I haven't been able to find a teacher, I've resigned myself to practicing alone. Instead of going to a class, I might just find someone in the community who can work with me, a Chinese person with whom I can trade ESL tutoring. There are so many internationals in this complex, and the Asian grocery store is a stone's throw away from here. So that's my new avenue to explore.
Now that I'm feeling somewhat settled in the job, I need to really get my life balance back. I had just achieved that before leaving Ohio, and it's been hard not having it here. There's still that bellydancing class on Wednesday nights, and I think I can find a yoga class for Friday.
Anyway, things to think about.
Yesterday we took a break from our sequestered sickness to go see Serenity, Josh Whedon's flim version of the show Firefly. It was pretty good, as far as all that. Won't give away any spoilers. I might try to see it again someday when I'm not sick and distracted by phlegm.
Friday night I rented Kung Fu Hustle and laughed as much as the first time I saw it. Stephen Chow has a pretty funny imagination.
Yesterday we camped out in the living room in the evening and watched all kinds of dreck on TV, including the season premier of SNL. There was one funny sketch in the whole show. Weekend Update was okay with Horatio Sands and the blond chick. Tina Fey's having a baby I guess. Who isn't having a baby these days?
Well on that note, I have a wonderful book of short stories to read and some writing of my own to do. Despite the stress and brain space occupied by this new job, I am still trying to attend to my other projects - the creative ones that need to one day be finished or I'll lose my mind.
Happy October!
On this gorgeous Sunday morning, I'm sitting on our little patio in my camping chair. It's warm and sunny, and I am so pleased to be able to enjoy some fresh air. Bizarro and I have been down with colds since Thursday. We both seem to be over the worst of it, and actually he was much worse off than myself so I'm feeling pretty well except for the constant sniffling and nose blowing. My nose is sore from "tissue burn."
Earlier I did some T'ai Chi on the patio, and it felt great to move my body. Since I haven't been able to find a teacher, I've resigned myself to practicing alone. Instead of going to a class, I might just find someone in the community who can work with me, a Chinese person with whom I can trade ESL tutoring. There are so many internationals in this complex, and the Asian grocery store is a stone's throw away from here. So that's my new avenue to explore.
Now that I'm feeling somewhat settled in the job, I need to really get my life balance back. I had just achieved that before leaving Ohio, and it's been hard not having it here. There's still that bellydancing class on Wednesday nights, and I think I can find a yoga class for Friday.
Anyway, things to think about.
Yesterday we took a break from our sequestered sickness to go see Serenity, Josh Whedon's flim version of the show Firefly. It was pretty good, as far as all that. Won't give away any spoilers. I might try to see it again someday when I'm not sick and distracted by phlegm.
Friday night I rented Kung Fu Hustle and laughed as much as the first time I saw it. Stephen Chow has a pretty funny imagination.
Yesterday we camped out in the living room in the evening and watched all kinds of dreck on TV, including the season premier of SNL. There was one funny sketch in the whole show. Weekend Update was okay with Horatio Sands and the blond chick. Tina Fey's having a baby I guess. Who isn't having a baby these days?
Well on that note, I have a wonderful book of short stories to read and some writing of my own to do. Despite the stress and brain space occupied by this new job, I am still trying to attend to my other projects - the creative ones that need to one day be finished or I'll lose my mind.
Happy October!
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