21 June 2001
Last year: Of course you can see it coming. I wouldn't be telling you this story if it were just a hair, would I?
Happy first day of summer! I think I may celebrate by picking the cucumber and the squash that are ready to be picked! There will be pictures!
I've said before, and I'll say again: Summer is my least favorite season. I hate being hot and sweaty and damp. But there are a few good things about summer, and fresh garden vegetables is a big one!
My radio station is throwing a singles' party tonight - they've rented a room on a local tour cruise ship, and will be catering and DJ'ing a dance party. Tickets are $10 per person, and the boat leaves dock at 7 and returns at midnight. They've been talking about it for a couple of weeks now. It sounds like a lot of fun, actually, and it almost makes me wish I was single again so I could go.
Matt and I were talking last night, and I mentioned that we haven't had a real vacation since our honeymoon. We've taken days off, individually and together; we've gone on trips to visit relatives. But we haven't taken time off and just gone somewhere to relax or sight-see...
Actually, I take that back. We took two days off last summer to meet Braz and Kris in D.C. for a day. But I don't know if that counts as a vacation, per se, since we were only actually there for one day, and there was so much more I wanted to do.
I want a vacation. I can't really have one right now, and anyway summer is no time to do sight-seeing if you can avoid it. But I want to start planning a vacation for the fall. Maybe in October sometime we can go up into the mountains and spend a long weekend at a bed-and-breakfast and just relax and look at the leaves changing. Or take a few days to go back to D.C. and visit Ashby and do some more of the sightseeing I wanted to do. Or rent a beach house on the cheap (who goes to the beach in the autumn?) and sit on the sand and watch the waves roll in...
I don't even think I need all that much time. Just a few days. Just something to break the rhythm and help me out of the slump.
Though a big vacation would be neat, too. Take a week or ten days and fly up to New York to visit Karen and go into the city. Or go to Vancouver - I've heard it's a beautiful, beautiful city, and I've never been to Canada at all. I'd like to go back to the Grand Canyon (though I'll happily skip the hike this time, thanks). San Diego, to see the zoo. Mexico. New Orleans. Seattle. Los Angeles. I haven't even left the continent yet, and there are dozens of places I'd love to go.
But the important thing is to get out - to start planning to get out, so I have something to look forward to, something to help me hold on to my sanity.
This thing with my job is making me crazy. I've got a matched set of bruises on my thumb where I bit myself last night to keep from screaming. I haven't done that since high school. But today it's gotten to where I'm numb about it, almost. I'm feeling grey again... Funny how things run in cycles.
Sometimes grey can be a good place. It's a blank slate. I can act happy or sad or angry when I'm grey, and no one can tell. I can do work, or be lazy, and I don't care about either one. I can eat or go hungry, walk or run or sit, kiss or cry... All with equal ability.
I think some people live in grey, and I think that's awful. But every now and then, grey isn't so bad... It's like a little vacation for my mind.
Word of the Day:
interstict - a space that intervenes between things, a gap or break in something generally continuous; a short space of time between events
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- drawing
- Hall stuff
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