Today I came to work with a Miller High Life bottle cap stuck to the outside of my purse, suspended magically magnetically thanks to the magnetic clasp on the iPod case inside my purse.
Yep.
On a tip, I found a super-secret swimming hole today in which to wile* away my summer afternoons. This is good. I’ve been sleeping too much (when I haven’t been sleeping enough). It’s time to get out in the sunshine. To let the light in.
So much to talk about, but nothing to say. Waves and waves of pain and disappointment have hit several of the people around me lately, and I’ve been left each time with a look of sick sympathy on my face. “Let me know what I can do” has become my currency, something I can exchange for nods and thanks but that leaves me feeling hollow and a bit useless in the face of all that’s gone rotten, all that I can’t even begin to help fix. I don’t know what to do other than link arms with the people I love and stand, staring into the Universe’s gaping maw, examining the things we’ve been given and deciding that the Universe can go fuck itself; we’ll be fine.
As for me and my skull, I’m feeling good. Feeling fine. I’ve teetered here and there, but for the most part, I’ve been up out of the emotional tar pit for a couple of weeks now. That last bout of unpleasantness was … unpleasant. But it happens and, as a condition of living, it will continue to happen. I understand that, and my understanding of that cycle is the one thing that is going to allow me to manage it. Here’s what I know right now: I am an animal and I am alive and breathing and screaming and biting. And it’s good.
* I spent a good deal of time fretting over while/wile only to realize that no one fucking knows for sure, so just get another beer already.
I do believe The CA will be giving this feisty little dude — another of Shane McDermott’s Newsbots — away. I’ll post details when I get them. Become a fan of The CA on Facebook and you’re eligible to win!
Hopefully the lucky winner will place him in front of an airbrushed portrait of a screaming bald eagle*.
* I may or may not have already used that joke in real life.
This? Is just ridiculous.
To be fair, I did drink orange juice. With champagne. But that still counts.
My oldest nephew is about to turn fourteen years old.
I remember the kind of shit I was plotting when I was fourteen and I am horrified, proactively, about all the shit this boy is going to get into.
Ahhh, memories.
So my mom and my oldest nephew came to visit me Friday. We had lunch and went and saw Up. Casey was gobsmacked when we were waiting for our food at Soul Fish and my mom
told him he could go next door to the Memphis Drum Shop and look around. He returned, beaming. He’d bought a $10 set of sticks. I have no idea if he got ripped off or not, but he was so proud of being able to go next door alone and make a transaction sans chaperone that I don’t suspect it matters much.
That’s always a pretty big moment in a life.
The CA won the TPA’s honor of best newspaper in the state (general excellence or something is what they call it). Plus we got an award for awesome make-up and appearance, which is loverly since that’s what I do for a living. So we celebrated with free food today. Yeee-haw! Congrats to all the awesome people I work with.
And yes, this is two work-related pictures in two days. I’m a career gal; what can I say?
