Friday, October 31, 2008
NaBloPoMo
Happy Halloween!I am waiting on the porch for trick or treaters to arrive, and eyeing the bowl of candy. I've eaten so much Halloween candy in the last few days, Alex has had to purchase supplemental candy. No self control, I tell ya.
But guess what: tomorrow is November 1, and that is the start of Nanowrimo. Some of you may remember that I attempted the 50,000 word goal last November and flamed out within a week. Dudes. 50,000 is a lot. I considered trying again this year, but between my general malaise and my renewed zeal for knitting, I don't see it happening.
Then I had a brilliant idea this morning: why don't I blog every day for a month? For realsies? What a SMART Goal . . . uh, specific, manageable, aaaaaaaaa-something, realistic, and time-based! These may not be the actual qualities of SMART goals, but whatever, the point is: I will blog every day for a month. I started trying to think of the right acronym . . . NaBloWriMo? NaBloMo? Oh wait. Never mind. It's NaBloPoMo, and someone smarter and faster already started it! Okay then . . . time for Halloween beverages, and see you tomorrow!
But guess what: tomorrow is November 1, and that is the start of Nanowrimo. Some of you may remember that I attempted the 50,000 word goal last November and flamed out within a week. Dudes. 50,000 is a lot. I considered trying again this year, but between my general malaise and my renewed zeal for knitting, I don't see it happening.
Then I had a brilliant idea this morning: why don't I blog every day for a month? For realsies? What a SMART Goal . . . uh, specific, manageable, aaaaaaaaa-something, realistic, and time-based! These may not be the actual qualities of SMART goals, but whatever, the point is: I will blog every day for a month. I started trying to think of the right acronym . . . NaBloWriMo? NaBloMo? Oh wait. Never mind. It's NaBloPoMo, and someone smarter and faster already started it! Okay then . . . time for Halloween beverages, and see you tomorrow!
Friday, October 10, 2008
Musings
Last weekend Mr. C and I were in San Jose for a wedding. It was our first wedding attended as married people and it felt very emotional. We are both very happy about and for the couple, and I think the emotion from our own wedding came out watching another couple. Is that weird? We were super excited about our own wedding but there was so much to think about, and so much going on that I think we couldn't totally get emotional about it. Watching other people take that big step was sort of cathartic. Also, they were really funny and had fabulous food and good music. I can't believe I neglected to play "Bizarre Love Triangle" at my own wedding! I need to make a note of it for the 50th anniversary celebration. The grandchildren will be horrified.
Other than that, we've been treading water to stay afloat. Work is nuts and it's hard to get up in the morning. I alternate between acceptance and depression about current conditions. I think, in reflection, that I am really homesick most of the time. Homesick for the Twin Cities, and homesick for North Carolina. Homesick for friends. Not as bad as when listening to a single Death Cab song sent me into floods of tears, but a bit of glumness about New England life. Which is really not fair to this beautiful, strange, and gay-marriage friendly area of the country. I mean, the cheese! The maple leaves! Hell, the maple syrup. Good stuff. We have friends coming into town this weekend and next, and Rhinebeck is coming up soon. Woolly sheep are beautiful.
It's all good. It's October in Connecticut and the cats are fat. Harvest time, yo!
Other than that, we've been treading water to stay afloat. Work is nuts and it's hard to get up in the morning. I alternate between acceptance and depression about current conditions. I think, in reflection, that I am really homesick most of the time. Homesick for the Twin Cities, and homesick for North Carolina. Homesick for friends. Not as bad as when listening to a single Death Cab song sent me into floods of tears, but a bit of glumness about New England life. Which is really not fair to this beautiful, strange, and gay-marriage friendly area of the country. I mean, the cheese! The maple leaves! Hell, the maple syrup. Good stuff. We have friends coming into town this weekend and next, and Rhinebeck is coming up soon. Woolly sheep are beautiful.
It's all good. It's October in Connecticut and the cats are fat. Harvest time, yo!
Labels: depression, harvest
