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Jan. 21st, 2011 09:18 pmEnd of a rather frustrating and uneventful work week.
Pretty on the way to work this morning. 7am. The sky pink. Snow flakes fluttering to the pavement like tiny petals from the sky. Felt as if I was walking through a lightly shaken snow globe. Quiet. The snow blanketing sound. Just a few squeaks of shovels scraping. It's probably the only time I enjoy snow. Before the sun flutters out from behind the clouds, and it becomes a slushy, mushy mess - which it was in Jamaica, brown with dog poo and yellow with dog urine. Stepping around brown puddles, and avoiding being splashed by cars and buses. An obstacle course...at 8am.
I think I scratched my tonsil. Most likely with a torn fingernail. Don't ask. Or burned it on hot marshmellow melted in hotter coco. It feels like a burned tongue whenever I swallow, rough, and uncomfortable. My mother suggests gargling with salt water or mouthwash.
Tonight I think...as I settle in for a cold weekend, interrupted briefly with excursion to church and excursion to house-hunting, although am considering skipping the latter, assuming my agent whom I rather adore, let's me. She's an art director for films and tv shows in her spare time. Yes, I know, only in New York does one meet such people, well and possibly LA and Toronto and Paris and London. We discuss set design quite a bit. Along with architecture and space. Anyhow...tonight, I think...I will continue to eliminate the negative and illuminate the positive. This includes no longer reading or reviewing or watching stories I don't enjoy or rudely disappoint, let alone argue about them. In school we are often forced to read and watch things we despise. Later, we do so for work...but in leisure hours...where our time is our own to manage as we will? I'm not sure I'd advise it. Why depress oneself unnecessarily? More to the point why torture oneself discussing something I dislike with someone who feels quite the opposite? It feels counter-productive somehow.
The world certainly won't change or get better...if I change their point of view, rather it feels more lonely when I don't, or they don't...because we both leave the conversation battered and frustrated with each other. Shame. Considering this could have been avoided if we choose to discuss the wonders of snow-globes and the annoyance of airport security banning them...instead.
We'll see how long this snap resolution lasts. Knowing me? Most likely til Sunday. Or maybe Monday.
Pretty on the way to work this morning. 7am. The sky pink. Snow flakes fluttering to the pavement like tiny petals from the sky. Felt as if I was walking through a lightly shaken snow globe. Quiet. The snow blanketing sound. Just a few squeaks of shovels scraping. It's probably the only time I enjoy snow. Before the sun flutters out from behind the clouds, and it becomes a slushy, mushy mess - which it was in Jamaica, brown with dog poo and yellow with dog urine. Stepping around brown puddles, and avoiding being splashed by cars and buses. An obstacle course...at 8am.
I think I scratched my tonsil. Most likely with a torn fingernail. Don't ask. Or burned it on hot marshmellow melted in hotter coco. It feels like a burned tongue whenever I swallow, rough, and uncomfortable. My mother suggests gargling with salt water or mouthwash.
Tonight I think...as I settle in for a cold weekend, interrupted briefly with excursion to church and excursion to house-hunting, although am considering skipping the latter, assuming my agent whom I rather adore, let's me. She's an art director for films and tv shows in her spare time. Yes, I know, only in New York does one meet such people, well and possibly LA and Toronto and Paris and London. We discuss set design quite a bit. Along with architecture and space. Anyhow...tonight, I think...I will continue to eliminate the negative and illuminate the positive. This includes no longer reading or reviewing or watching stories I don't enjoy or rudely disappoint, let alone argue about them. In school we are often forced to read and watch things we despise. Later, we do so for work...but in leisure hours...where our time is our own to manage as we will? I'm not sure I'd advise it. Why depress oneself unnecessarily? More to the point why torture oneself discussing something I dislike with someone who feels quite the opposite? It feels counter-productive somehow.
The world certainly won't change or get better...if I change their point of view, rather it feels more lonely when I don't, or they don't...because we both leave the conversation battered and frustrated with each other. Shame. Considering this could have been avoided if we choose to discuss the wonders of snow-globes and the annoyance of airport security banning them...instead.
We'll see how long this snap resolution lasts. Knowing me? Most likely til Sunday. Or maybe Monday.