Tuesday, March 20, 2007
Saturday, March 17, 2007
Sedona and Flagstaff
We were going to go just to Sedona, but Dave knew I wanted to see Flagstaff too- so on the way up we went directly to "Flag" as the locals like to call it. Flagstaff is the home of Northern Arizona University. It's about two hours north of Phoenix, and at an altitude of about 6,000 feet. It is significantly less disgusting than Phoenix (not only is it not disgusting, it is quite nice). Although it was a sunny day, the air was fresh and cool. Ahhhh.
I couldn't begin to capture the beauty of Sedona since we were only able to pull over in a few places. One of the best features of Sedona is that there is a creek that runs through the whole town. I wasn't able to get any pictures of it this time, but I have some from 23 years ago when my friend Karen and I stopped off in Sedona on our way back to Phoenix from the Grand Canyon. I have those pictures in storage, but I can still see the scene perfectly in my mind's eye: We had rented a bright orange car we named 'Orange Crush' and I can see it parked near the creek. We'd been tense on the drive back, but once we got to Sedona, and the creek, everything changed and we were totally relaxed and happy (yes, I do personally believe in vortices, which Sedona is said to have. I felt them again today). In those 23 year old pictures, my shadow is dancing by the creek, reflected on the rocks and shallow water. In the middle of that creek experience a white dog came out of nowhere, like a spirit guide, and bounded over to us. It was close to perfect. Today was definetly another great Sedona experience- I felt really relaxed and happy.
Look at this thing. You couldn't make this up. It reminds me a little bit of the Potala Palace in Tibet, or some other dwelling place where people are highly-evolved and don't worry about things like whether it's ok to wear black shoes with navy.
I love these soft, pastel colors especially the taupe mountains in the background.
The lines are because this picture was taken through the windshield. I just thought the round, green, tree thingies were cool.
Dave by his new, gigantic (and very comfortable) vehicle. There's also one of me and Dave that I like but I'm neurotic about posting pictures of myself. I'm hoping to maybe make it up to the Grand Canyon before I leave Phoenix. I don't have an overwhelming desire to go to Tucson and I have this weird 'I feel like I should see Mexico but I really don't want to' thing going on. That said, I doubt I'll go. I think today was the perfect time of year in Arizona for a road trip. In some February or March in the future, I'd love to spend at least a weekend in Sedona.Thursday, March 08, 2007
Tuesday, March 06, 2007
Friday, February 16, 2007
Nope
I didn't get the job in Portland. I was told that after my phone interview the interviewer was ready to hire me but then came across someone who had "TES" experience (don't ask), a direction they are heading in.
Oh well.
No really, oh well.
I'm setting my sites on Seattle/Tacoma.
Trying to get a job transfer in another city with UOP is like trying to win American Idol. I'm clinging on tenaciously, but I'm prepared to look beyond my current employer.
Oh well.
No really, oh well.
I'm setting my sites on Seattle/Tacoma.
Trying to get a job transfer in another city with UOP is like trying to win American Idol. I'm clinging on tenaciously, but I'm prepared to look beyond my current employer.
Sunday, February 11, 2007
I'm Mrs. Cactus Hand, Gimme Some Candy!
Remember how when I first moved here you couldn't shut me up about cacti? My blog featured picture after picture of the thorny little...um...there's probably a scientific word for them somewhere but I'm too lazy to look it up. What I'm getting at is I thought cacti were pretty darn swell. So unique! So...indigenous! So pure of line and form!
My opinion now? Let it suffice to say that I'm ready to rexplore the lush foliage of the Northwest. Why the change of heart (besides the fact that I hate hot, dry, polluted climates and never wanted to live here in the first place)? Two Sundays ago I was out for an early evening walk in the neighborhood. I decided to step up the pace to something resembling power walking- you know the whole swinging of the arms and stupid-looking-but-calorie-burning bit. My hand swung back into a neighbor's decorative multi-tiered cactus plant and took a half-a-cucumber-sized chunk with it. Yep, that's right. Embedded in my hand. Of course right then two little boys, somewhere between the ages of 6 and 8, appeared to serve as a baffled, silently appraising, and utterly worthless audience. I was tempted to say in my best Adam Sandler voice "I'm Mrs. Cactus Hand! Gimme some candy!" but decided to go with my second choice -waiting until they were safely inside and then bursting into tears (you try having somewhere around a dozen hypodermic-needle like thorns stuck in your hand and not being able to pull the thing out, even after wrapping your thick sweater into mulitiple layers then having the rest of the spines poke right through that- almost succeeding in embedding in your other hand thus looking like you are carrying a winter-like cactus muff to keep your hands warm. Ok you get the point).
I walked the remaining four blocks home and for the first time in the past year, was happy that I had a roommate. With one mighty tug of his meaty hands, Bob was able to disengage the spiny *ucker. He was kind enough to quickly pull out the remaining four or five quills while I turned my head.
I had a phone interview with the Hillsboro campus in Portland. I think I've got a good shot at it. If I get the job I'll be moving in about two weeks. I also had a phone interview with Sacramento. They want to interview me in person on Thursday, but I am about 95% certain I'm not going to go. I want to be back near family and friends and while I'll always love exploring new cities, I'm getting kind of tired.
I'm a little bit hesistant to live in the Portland area again since there are a few people there I deeply hate (yes, I know, I am way too intense about everything. I have a Scorpio stellium in my first house. That's not going to go away anytime soon). Those people are connected to the days of my singles business. I do, however, have some very close friends in Portland and it is my favorite city ever...
I'll keep you posted.
My opinion now? Let it suffice to say that I'm ready to rexplore the lush foliage of the Northwest. Why the change of heart (besides the fact that I hate hot, dry, polluted climates and never wanted to live here in the first place)? Two Sundays ago I was out for an early evening walk in the neighborhood. I decided to step up the pace to something resembling power walking- you know the whole swinging of the arms and stupid-looking-but-calorie-burning bit. My hand swung back into a neighbor's decorative multi-tiered cactus plant and took a half-a-cucumber-sized chunk with it. Yep, that's right. Embedded in my hand. Of course right then two little boys, somewhere between the ages of 6 and 8, appeared to serve as a baffled, silently appraising, and utterly worthless audience. I was tempted to say in my best Adam Sandler voice "I'm Mrs. Cactus Hand! Gimme some candy!" but decided to go with my second choice -waiting until they were safely inside and then bursting into tears (you try having somewhere around a dozen hypodermic-needle like thorns stuck in your hand and not being able to pull the thing out, even after wrapping your thick sweater into mulitiple layers then having the rest of the spines poke right through that- almost succeeding in embedding in your other hand thus looking like you are carrying a winter-like cactus muff to keep your hands warm. Ok you get the point).
I walked the remaining four blocks home and for the first time in the past year, was happy that I had a roommate. With one mighty tug of his meaty hands, Bob was able to disengage the spiny *ucker. He was kind enough to quickly pull out the remaining four or five quills while I turned my head.
I had a phone interview with the Hillsboro campus in Portland. I think I've got a good shot at it. If I get the job I'll be moving in about two weeks. I also had a phone interview with Sacramento. They want to interview me in person on Thursday, but I am about 95% certain I'm not going to go. I want to be back near family and friends and while I'll always love exploring new cities, I'm getting kind of tired.
I'm a little bit hesistant to live in the Portland area again since there are a few people there I deeply hate (yes, I know, I am way too intense about everything. I have a Scorpio stellium in my first house. That's not going to go away anytime soon). Those people are connected to the days of my singles business. I do, however, have some very close friends in Portland and it is my favorite city ever...
I'll keep you posted.
Saturday, January 20, 2007
FAQs
Not an official return to blogging (that will happen when I'm happier), just answers to a few things you may be wondering:
Q: Are you still in Phoenix?
A: Yep. It will be one year on March 2nd.
Q: Are you still in school?
A: Yes. I started my fifth class in the Master's in Ed. program. I have a
4.0 GPA
Q: What's happening with you and Peter?
A: Nothing. He... well, nothing. In the last few minutes of 2006, in the midst of the revelry of the Tempe Block Party, I was so consumed with bitter and angry thoughts that I thought I was going to combust and burst into flames before a horrified crowd of onlookers. The man....well, ok. Nothing. Let's leave it at that.
Q: Is Brandy with you?
A: No, she's still with my parents who take very good care of her. She's the beagle equivilant of a sumo wrestler, but she's happy.
Q: Read any good books lately?
A: Running with Scissors, and The Five People You Meet in Heaven
Q: Are you still addicted to American Idol?
A: Yes
Q: Are you still in Phoenix?
A: Yep. It will be one year on March 2nd.
Q: Are you still in school?
A: Yes. I started my fifth class in the Master's in Ed. program. I have a
4.0 GPA
Q: What's happening with you and Peter?
A: Nothing. He... well, nothing. In the last few minutes of 2006, in the midst of the revelry of the Tempe Block Party, I was so consumed with bitter and angry thoughts that I thought I was going to combust and burst into flames before a horrified crowd of onlookers. The man....well, ok. Nothing. Let's leave it at that.
Q: Is Brandy with you?
A: No, she's still with my parents who take very good care of her. She's the beagle equivilant of a sumo wrestler, but she's happy.
Q: Read any good books lately?
A: Running with Scissors, and The Five People You Meet in Heaven
Q: Are you still addicted to American Idol?
A: Yes
Wednesday, November 29, 2006
Thanksgiving
This blog is basically off the air for now, but below are some pictures from an unusually snowy Semiahmoo over Thanksgiving. All of these pictures were taken from my bedroom windows. I'll be posting family pics to Photobucket sometime in the next few weeks.
Sunday, October 22, 2006
It's a Bird, It's a Plane...
There are few things in life better than dogs in Halloween costumes. Brooklyn (Superdog) and Sierra (Guinevere) belong to my nephew and his wife.
Sunday, October 15, 2006
Sweden
On October 13th of last year I left for Sweden. With the nine hour time difference, I arrived in Copenhagen on October 14th; then Peter and I crossed over the Baltic Sea on "The Link". It definetly feels like a year has passed. That part doesn't seem surreal. What seems surreal to me is that I spent 10 weeks in a place I thought I could only dream about. Although I'd been to Europe five times previously, EnglandFranceSpainItaly just seemed like your standard American abroad fare, almost Disneyland-ish. Wonderful and enriching to visit those countries, yes, but somehow not exotic.
Scandinavia always seemed like an entirely separate entity to me, as though further north implied being further along to some kind of promised land (my inner compass has always gravitated north rather than south). One of my icebreaker questions when I hosted Dinner with Friends events was "If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?" I remember the first time I put the answer on my own name tag, I had chosen Australia. I remember writing that in with a bit of a shrug like, yeah, sure, I'd like to go there. The next time I used that icebreaker / name tag question I thought about it more carefully and put 'Scandinavia'. It's funny what I pictured when I wrote that. I saw cottages on snowy hillsides and northern lights and tall, beautiful blonde men. I think I pictured Norway first, then Sweden.
Once again Scandinavia seems out of reach. Although I'm thrilled to have seen Sweden and have spent a few hours in Denmark, I never made it to Norway even though it was only a five hour drive away (I remember Peter's friend Kirsten offering to let me drive her car. Always a nervous person I stammered "Oh, thanks, but I've never driven in a foreign country." She shrugged and said "Green you go. Red you stop."
I have no idea when or if I will go back to Sweden. I miss the North Sea and the autumn leaves and the windmills. And of course I miss Peter. We have moments when we talk on the phone or online and seem to remember how strong a connection we have. But there are other times when we don't have any contact at all for up to three weeks at a time. And I never hear the words "Jag alskar dig". Not nearly as pretty as the French "Je t'aime", but hey, I'd love to hear them anyway. I don't know why the Swedes even have such a phrase in their language. Maybe they say it to their children.
If it doesn't work out with Peter, maybe I can meet a Norweigan man online...
I know, I'm crazy.
Scandinavia always seemed like an entirely separate entity to me, as though further north implied being further along to some kind of promised land (my inner compass has always gravitated north rather than south). One of my icebreaker questions when I hosted Dinner with Friends events was "If you could travel anywhere, where would you go?" I remember the first time I put the answer on my own name tag, I had chosen Australia. I remember writing that in with a bit of a shrug like, yeah, sure, I'd like to go there. The next time I used that icebreaker / name tag question I thought about it more carefully and put 'Scandinavia'. It's funny what I pictured when I wrote that. I saw cottages on snowy hillsides and northern lights and tall, beautiful blonde men. I think I pictured Norway first, then Sweden.
Once again Scandinavia seems out of reach. Although I'm thrilled to have seen Sweden and have spent a few hours in Denmark, I never made it to Norway even though it was only a five hour drive away (I remember Peter's friend Kirsten offering to let me drive her car. Always a nervous person I stammered "Oh, thanks, but I've never driven in a foreign country." She shrugged and said "Green you go. Red you stop."
I have no idea when or if I will go back to Sweden. I miss the North Sea and the autumn leaves and the windmills. And of course I miss Peter. We have moments when we talk on the phone or online and seem to remember how strong a connection we have. But there are other times when we don't have any contact at all for up to three weeks at a time. And I never hear the words "Jag alskar dig". Not nearly as pretty as the French "Je t'aime", but hey, I'd love to hear them anyway. I don't know why the Swedes even have such a phrase in their language. Maybe they say it to their children.
If it doesn't work out with Peter, maybe I can meet a Norweigan man online...
I know, I'm crazy.
Thursday, October 12, 2006
The Farm
Blair and I went to lunch the other day at a place called 'The Farm'. It was suprisingly bucolic for metro Phoenix. Amazingly, it was possible to sit outside and enjoy it (copious over-sized standing umbrellas helped).
We both had sandwiches that featured what the menu should have described as "our homemade razor-crust bread". Crusty was not the word for this baguette.It would have been better suited to species with fangs. It was the kind of bread so heavy and dense you could break a window with it. Other than that the food was great and it was a nice escape from our rather homely and insane work environment.
Said homely and insane working environment features myriad distractions, the two most pervasive being giggle woman : "A-hee-hee-hee a-hee-hee-hee" all day every day. Hyena in a cubicle. Horrible. And then there's basketball boy, 23 going on 9 who dribbles a miniature and surprisingly loud basketball down the aisle before dunking it in the little hoop mounted on his desk. Precious.
So, do I hate my work environment? Surprisingly no. I'd rather have chaos, ridiculous amounts of work and too much noise than a deathly quiet and boring work place. But yes, I could definetly live without giggle woman and basketball boy...
We both had sandwiches that featured what the menu should have described as "our homemade razor-crust bread". Crusty was not the word for this baguette.It would have been better suited to species with fangs. It was the kind of bread so heavy and dense you could break a window with it. Other than that the food was great and it was a nice escape from our rather homely and insane work environment.
Said homely and insane working environment features myriad distractions, the two most pervasive being giggle woman : "A-hee-hee-hee a-hee-hee-hee" all day every day. Hyena in a cubicle. Horrible. And then there's basketball boy, 23 going on 9 who dribbles a miniature and surprisingly loud basketball down the aisle before dunking it in the little hoop mounted on his desk. Precious.
So, do I hate my work environment? Surprisingly no. I'd rather have chaos, ridiculous amounts of work and too much noise than a deathly quiet and boring work place. But yes, I could definetly live without giggle woman and basketball boy...
Sunday, October 01, 2006
Afternoon Road Trip
My environment for the past seven months has consisted of a cubicle in a big, noisy, open room with windows only in the far distance, and (due to general discomfort with my roommate) being relegated to my small bedroom where the only window faces a wall.
After Dave and I went out to lunch today he asked me what I wanted to do. I thought about it for a minute and said "I think I really need to go out for a drive." Sweet guy that he is, he readily agreed.
He asked where I wanted to go. Unsure, I suggested somewhere with cactus. He pointed at one in the front yard of the house we were passing. I conceded that he had a good point. I'm already surrounded by cacti. So I left it up to him.
We drove west, into downtown Glendale.
Then further west until we were heading out of the suburbs. Dave said he had a destination in mind. Since he had first mentioned driving out to an air force base, I wasn't particularly excited to know what the destination was. All I knew was it felt great to be out of the city.
All of a sudden we came upon fields of tulips in every color of the rainbow (ok, maybe not blue). We were going 60 mph, so what I got when I tried to capture them was this:
Ok, I really like this picture. Those of you with a strongly-expressed 'S' (Sensing) in your Myers Briggs makeup may see only a white blur. But as a laughably strongly-expressed 'N' (Intuitive)it speaks to me of dreams and memories and the motion that accompanies the whirlwind of the pre-conscious mind. Maybe I need to rephrase that, but in any event look to the left and right of the white blur and you will see the color of the flowers.
I was happy to see what our destination was when we reached it...
But Blogspot is not letting me add any more photos to this post, so I will have to create a separate entry.
After Dave and I went out to lunch today he asked me what I wanted to do. I thought about it for a minute and said "I think I really need to go out for a drive." Sweet guy that he is, he readily agreed.
He asked where I wanted to go. Unsure, I suggested somewhere with cactus. He pointed at one in the front yard of the house we were passing. I conceded that he had a good point. I'm already surrounded by cacti. So I left it up to him.
We drove west, into downtown Glendale.
Then further west until we were heading out of the suburbs. Dave said he had a destination in mind. Since he had first mentioned driving out to an air force base, I wasn't particularly excited to know what the destination was. All I knew was it felt great to be out of the city.
All of a sudden we came upon fields of tulips in every color of the rainbow (ok, maybe not blue). We were going 60 mph, so what I got when I tried to capture them was this:
Ok, I really like this picture. Those of you with a strongly-expressed 'S' (Sensing) in your Myers Briggs makeup may see only a white blur. But as a laughably strongly-expressed 'N' (Intuitive)it speaks to me of dreams and memories and the motion that accompanies the whirlwind of the pre-conscious mind. Maybe I need to rephrase that, but in any event look to the left and right of the white blur and you will see the color of the flowers.
I was happy to see what our destination was when we reached it...
But Blogspot is not letting me add any more photos to this post, so I will have to create a separate entry.
Afternoon Road Trip Part 2
So here's what our destination turned out to be:
This is not the Phoenix zoo. This is a private one, with white tigers, white alligators and uh, animals with colors. Only one problem: When we got there at 4:00 pm the gate was closed.
To see what we didn't see, go to www.wildlifeworld.com
No worries, it was great just to get out and see the stark beauty of the area.
This is not the Phoenix zoo. This is a private one, with white tigers, white alligators and uh, animals with colors. Only one problem: When we got there at 4:00 pm the gate was closed.
To see what we didn't see, go to www.wildlifeworld.com
No worries, it was great just to get out and see the stark beauty of the area.
Sunday, September 24, 2006
Still Life with Lemons
I walked into the backyard this morning. I don't go out there that often, except to practice my new favorite hobby which is talking on the phone while sitting on the edge of the pool with my feet in the water. It's the perfect way to cool off without messing up your hair. Or having to get any exercise. Anyway, I walked out there this morning and saw that it had rained lemons. I kid you not, the epitome of lemonyness is a lemon that has fallen slightly green from the tree then ripened in the hot Arizona sun. Slicing one open is to be infused with happiness. If I had to use an amorphous term to describe the scent I'd choose 'optimism'.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Tidbits
Yes, I had a great time in Las Vegas and yes it did breathe new life into me. I don't know what it says about me, but Las Vegas is one of my favorite spots on earth. I always seem to end up with men whose idea of a great vacation is some crappy remote place out in the country. While I definetly need and love a nature fix now and then, given a choice between a cabin in the woods and a room overlooking the Bellagio fountains...well, it's no secret which I'd choose.
Peter and I were talking on Messenger about a work-related boating trip he'd taken recently. He said he "cought ten makrill". Now I'm an admitted spelling and grammar hag, but for some reason Peter's little ESL-isms always strike me as adorable. He once asked me if he was using the correct spelling for "coffy". I told him no, but asked him to keep spelling it that way. He has.
What's happening with me and Peter? (and no, it's not 'Peter and I' dammit)
Let's just say time will tell.
I am applying for a job transfer to Seattle. Between seeing Seattle friends in Las Vegas and talking to some others on the phone recently, I realize I really want to be back 'home'. I also want to live closer to my parents.
There are a few people I will miss here (three guesses who I will NOT miss? Key word: Chili. Nickname...well, you either know who it is at this point or you don't) Anyway, I will miss my best friend at work, Blair. It is a friendship I never would have foreseen. She is literally half my age, but we are both Jewish, dog lovers, and avid readers and for whatever reason (she's mature for her age, I'm immature for mine and we meet half way?) we are just really compatible. I will miss a few of my other coworkers as well. And yes Dave, I will miss you.
I am hoping to see a little more of the southwest before I go. I might go with a coworker to Mexico. I've never been there and I figure it warrants a day trip.
I was going to post a notice that I'm not going to be keeping up the blog for a while. However I think I will keep posting at least erratically for a while. Hopefully once I'm in a better place and better frame of mind I'll start posting on a regular basis again.
Peter and I were talking on Messenger about a work-related boating trip he'd taken recently. He said he "cought ten makrill". Now I'm an admitted spelling and grammar hag, but for some reason Peter's little ESL-isms always strike me as adorable. He once asked me if he was using the correct spelling for "coffy". I told him no, but asked him to keep spelling it that way. He has.
What's happening with me and Peter? (and no, it's not 'Peter and I' dammit)
Let's just say time will tell.
I am applying for a job transfer to Seattle. Between seeing Seattle friends in Las Vegas and talking to some others on the phone recently, I realize I really want to be back 'home'. I also want to live closer to my parents.
There are a few people I will miss here (three guesses who I will NOT miss? Key word: Chili. Nickname...well, you either know who it is at this point or you don't) Anyway, I will miss my best friend at work, Blair. It is a friendship I never would have foreseen. She is literally half my age, but we are both Jewish, dog lovers, and avid readers and for whatever reason (she's mature for her age, I'm immature for mine and we meet half way?) we are just really compatible. I will miss a few of my other coworkers as well. And yes Dave, I will miss you.
I am hoping to see a little more of the southwest before I go. I might go with a coworker to Mexico. I've never been there and I figure it warrants a day trip.
I was going to post a notice that I'm not going to be keeping up the blog for a while. However I think I will keep posting at least erratically for a while. Hopefully once I'm in a better place and better frame of mind I'll start posting on a regular basis again.
Monday, September 04, 2006
It could happen in the Swedish countryside...
Peter may come in for Thanksgiving. If he doesn't it's because his passive-aggressive ex, Elisabeth, has created a new scheme to make the divorce proceedings even more complicated. As Peter was telling me about it, I muttered "I wish she would get run over by a truck" (I don't really wish this, I just wish she would stop making things so difficult). Peter didn't hear what I said and asked me to repeat it. Stammering a bit I said "Um, I wish Elisabeth would...get her head bitten off by a moose."
Actually I do kind of like the thought of that. And from the way Peter laughed I think he was momentarily amused by it too.
Actually I do kind of like the thought of that. And from the way Peter laughed I think he was momentarily amused by it too.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
This blog entry has no title
Why have I not been blogging much lately? Because I try to keep this blog lighthearted. Because I endeavor to share with you only the Gee!-rated activities in my life, not the dank underworld of my conscious mind. Because I think "Wendy's Adventures in Phoenix" is a better blog title than "Wendy's Pitifully Futile Quest for Happiness".
I think it's entirely possible that I have a reverse form of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I think too much sun makes me depessed. Or maybe it's that I now realize I will never see Peter again. This is kind of absolutely and completely excruciating because for once I really let my guard down and loved deeply and look where it got me. I know if this were an unusual story the entire country music industry would not exist, but I don't take comfort in this (neither in country music- which by the way is the actual name of a student at the university where I work- or the fact that others have had similar experiences).
I'm hoping my trip to Las Vegas next weekend breathes some new life into me. Las Vegas has three things that I love (four if you include roller coasters): Distractions, convenience, and flow. What I call distractions other may call diversions, but the word distractions suits my purposes right now. I love Vegas' sensory overload, the riot of color, the crowds, the noise. I also love that no matter what you need- whether it is a giant once-a-year-at-most Krispy Kreme chocolate glazed donut at 4 pm or an escape from the 4 am insomnia that ordinarily leaves you feeling like a zombie in a wretched dead underworld- it's available in Las Vegas. I think having a myriad of such conveniences is the ultimate luxury.
As mentioned, I also love the amount of flow in Las Vegas- ongoing movement and life force. Flowing fountains. Chi. Ahh....can't live without it (wait, I'm in Arizona. I am living without it). I love how everything moves in Las Vegas. I despise stillness. I've heard people talk about how the Gulf of Mexico is its most beautiful when it is as "still as glass". That would piss me off. Grrrr! I want pounding waves and crashing surf. I want a big fat reminder that I am alive. Hopefully I'll get it next weekend. It will be great to see my Seattle friends too.
My next blog entry is going to be pictures of some of the soap I've made. In other words, a return to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you for bearing with me.
I think it's entirely possible that I have a reverse form of Seasonal Affective Disorder. I think too much sun makes me depessed. Or maybe it's that I now realize I will never see Peter again. This is kind of absolutely and completely excruciating because for once I really let my guard down and loved deeply and look where it got me. I know if this were an unusual story the entire country music industry would not exist, but I don't take comfort in this (neither in country music- which by the way is the actual name of a student at the university where I work- or the fact that others have had similar experiences).
I'm hoping my trip to Las Vegas next weekend breathes some new life into me. Las Vegas has three things that I love (four if you include roller coasters): Distractions, convenience, and flow. What I call distractions other may call diversions, but the word distractions suits my purposes right now. I love Vegas' sensory overload, the riot of color, the crowds, the noise. I also love that no matter what you need- whether it is a giant once-a-year-at-most Krispy Kreme chocolate glazed donut at 4 pm or an escape from the 4 am insomnia that ordinarily leaves you feeling like a zombie in a wretched dead underworld- it's available in Las Vegas. I think having a myriad of such conveniences is the ultimate luxury.
As mentioned, I also love the amount of flow in Las Vegas- ongoing movement and life force. Flowing fountains. Chi. Ahh....can't live without it (wait, I'm in Arizona. I am living without it). I love how everything moves in Las Vegas. I despise stillness. I've heard people talk about how the Gulf of Mexico is its most beautiful when it is as "still as glass". That would piss me off. Grrrr! I want pounding waves and crashing surf. I want a big fat reminder that I am alive. Hopefully I'll get it next weekend. It will be great to see my Seattle friends too.
My next blog entry is going to be pictures of some of the soap I've made. In other words, a return to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you for bearing with me.
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