over-freaking-whelmingly tired, stressed out, burned out. Need to relax, and have no idea how. Plus I lack the will to relax, honestly.
Wednesday, April 29, 2009
Saw Toilet.... I mean Twilight. ;-) It wasn't bad. I can understand why so many girls love it (but also why guys generally aren't).
Tuesday, April 28, 2009
It feels like this work-week has gone on for days, and yet it's only started. Ugh. So tired and stressed.
Monday, April 27, 2009
Made epic trip across the North Cascades Sat., walked the beach at Birch Bay on Sun., but now our colds have caught up with us. *sneeze!*
Saturday, April 25, 2009
The highway 20 pass through the North Cascades opened Friday! We're planning a trip across in the morning. Can't wait! Will take photos.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
About 8:10 I got word that a gas station was working in Mount Vernon. Drove back and gassed up. I just got home, finally.
WTF? Now http://ping.fm/p5zFq is using my copyrighted photo without permission. The same photo keeps getting stolen!
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
Verizon Wireless gave HORRIBLE customer service and is screwing me, charging for services never delivered. NIGHTMARE. Blog coming soon...
Monday, April 20, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Poetry Month
April is poetry month, so here is one of my favorite poems. This is from the under-recognized (yet widely studied) great Theodore Roethke:
Moss-Gathering (1944)
To loosen with all ten fingers held wide and limber
And lift up a patch, dark green, the kind for lining cemetery baskets,
Thick and cushiony, like an old-fashioned doormat,
The crumbling small hollow sticks on the underside mixed with roots,
And wintergreen berries and leaves still stuck to the top,-
That was moss-gathering.
But something always went out of me when I dug those loose carpets
Of green, or plunged my elbows in the spongy yellowish moss of the marshes:
And afterwards I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,
As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;
Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,
By pulling off flesh from the living planet;
As if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.
Poetry Month: Roethke
April is poetry month (thanks, Melody!) so I thought I would post one of my favorite poems. I might post more later, but this is from the brilliant, under-recognized poet Theodore Roethke.
Moss-Gathering (1944)
To loosen with all ten fingers held wide and limber
And lift up a patch, dark green, the kind for lining cemetery baskets,
Thick and cushiony, like an old-fashioned doormat,
The crumbling small hollow sticks on the underside mixed with roots,
And wintergreen berries and leaves still stuck to the top,-
That was moss-gathering.
But something always went out of me when I dug those loose carpets
Of green, or plunged my elbows in the spongy yellowish moss of the marshes:
And afterwards I always felt mean, jogging back over the logging road,
As if I had broken the natural order of things in that swampland;
Disturbed some rhythm, old and of vast importance,
By pulling off flesh from the living planet;
As if I had committed, against the whole scheme of life, a desecration.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
AAARGH! Totally forgot to do my taxes. Anybody know if Bellingham post offices are open late? I won't even be back in town until 6:30pm!
Just reactivated my old phone. The phone number everybody has for me is working again, after being inactive for about 6 weeks.
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
Great: being surprised with breakfast in bed this morning. Wow. Lousy: I really seriously need caffeine right now. Seriously badly.
Monday, April 13, 2009
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