My heart
that was rapt away
by the wild cherry blossoms-
will it return to my body
when they scatter?
--Kotomichi


élan
n : vigorous spirit or enthusiasm
Jeremy told the story of his trip to Mexico with such élan that by the next week people were begging him to share it again.

Last night, Mary's car slipped a belt. We called AAA and zpdiduda, and I remained to wait for the tow, which was estimated at 90 minutes away. It was apparently a rough night.

30 minutes later, a truck pulls up. I said, "Wow, you got here fast!" The driver replied, "Yeah, don't blink." I text-messaged Mary to say, "Truck's here."

He tilted up the ramp, and asked if the car was drivable. I pointed out that it drove just fine, but didn't steer so hot. He hopped in, backed the car out of the driveway where we had hastily parked, and drove it straight up onto the tow truck. He hopped out of the car, and tossed the keys back to me as I was reading Mary's text reply, "wow". Luckily, I had studied Action Cinema, and was able to catch them in my left hand without looking up. Tilting the ramp back down and strapping the car in took another minute and a half, and we were rolling.

Outside our driveway, he unstrapped the car and tilted up the ramp, and as I had demonstrated my AC credentials, he let me drive the car off the truck.

The truck rolled away. Elapsed time: seven minutes.

All but one of the “fuses” in my fusebox are actually little circuit-breakers in the form of fuses, with a little button to reset them. It’s very convenient!

The one which controls the circuit my fridge is plugged into, though, is not.

Guess I get to have a shower, get dressed, and run out to the hardware store before breakfast.

Fortunately, I was able to find an outlet in the kitchen not on that circuit with which to make my coffee. Otherwise there would be Serious Consequences.

My Name is Might Have Been."

Read it through. It is simple. Even trivial. A concept I never would have thought would work. And sublime.

Recommended.

I've been doing a lot of websurfing, to avoid life lately. And sometimes, something makes me laugh. And it feels wrong. Every single time, it immediately recoils back- how can I be enjoying myself? How can I have fun? My center is falling apart, and everything I do to try to mitigate it makes it worse.

Luckily, my time with Jennifer isn't like that. It's the one thing in my life right now, that I can simply relax and enjoy.

I still have good things in my life. I have a wonderful, loving girlfriend, whom I love, and is fantastic, and is a demon in the sack. I have a family who cares for me, and the most adorable niece in the world. I have darling, beautifu, boofy kitty. I have a car, and a career, and the respect of my coworkers. I have friends who support me and care about me, even though they are all much farther away than I would like. I have a home town that makes me feel good just existing in.

It is so hard to remember all these good things, right now. So hard. But I try. I try.


I haven't said it individually and particularly, and I should, and I hope you understand why I don't really have the cope for it right now, but thank you. Thank you for your kind words, your comment support, your thoughts. It means a lot to me that even though I am absent in corporeal form, I am still present in your lives and in your consideration.

I'd been checking out this community a lot over the last several months, but finally have something ugly_crap worthy to post.

I ran across this horrific pair of shoes at Wal-Mart today. They were so wonderfully bad that I had to take a photo on the spot:

( Red crushed velvet should NEVER be used to make shoes. )

It's seriously like a pair of Birkenstocks mated with Santa's suit and gave birth to these mostrosities. Seriously, who would wear these? The only time I could see them being appropriate is with pajamas on Christmas morning when you have to make a quick run through your lightly snow-dusted yard to the curb to dispose of a pile of empty gift boxes. Outside of that, no. Just no. Hell, they're probably comfortable, and if they were marketed as novelty slippers at Christmastime I'd be all for it, but it's May and these are being sold as every day footwear. I can't comprehend why.

By the way, Faded Glory (the brand of the shoe) has a website, but it would appear that somebody broke it and never fixed it.

I have mating ladybugs on my t-shirt.

I want to show Christina.

I cannot describe how much this hurts.

Happy birthday rainy_stars and punkpinkpower! Yesterday marcicat exclaimed, "It's a flowerfall!" and so I wish for you :) Flowerfalls of color and light ♥

I am in Brooklyn.  I am safely ensconced chez crepuscular with my great big six-year-old boy and getting ready for my twentieth high school reunion tomorrow.  Driving in to the city always provokes little nervous ripples of familiarity.  When I passed the exit for Cadman Plaza West on the BQE I almost gasped -- so much time has passed and yet so little.

Tomorrow I will take Q to see the house where I grew up.  He and I will ride on the subway and I will show him the Lebanese markets on Atlantic Avenue, if they're still there.  If they're still there I will show him how he can scoop the dates out of the bins himself and the baskets of nuts and seeds.  We will walk to the school where I spent eight years of my childhood and I will introduce him to the grown-up kids I used to know.  And I will try, oh I will try to be as grown up as he is.

Today's bout of ADD includes:

• 15:14 Just finished moving most of the shop out of its little room in preparation for rug replacement #
• 18:22 *sigh* twitterrific posting slowly for some reason...must hate me #
• 18:23 Tonight! Sarah Jane Adventures - Doctor Who - BSG. My House. 7:30. All invited. Bring chocolate #
• 21:15 chocolate! YUMMMM! #

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I er I picked up a cup of ivy today.  It was $1.99 in a coffee mug at the shop.  Hedera helix, I'm pretty sure, so naturally its name is Lamarr.

I don't know.  Shut up.  (It was pretty and wee and just sitting on the for sale rack!  I couldn't abandon it!  :(! )

(Yes, I know, shut up.  *scuffs toe*)

I do note that this is the only plant that is bad for kitties, which means it stays very up.  S'okay, more reason to learn macramé.

[eta] I can crochet, instead, since I know some of that!  And oh and so, I can sell my books to Powells, joy!

Casey lost a radiator hose yesterday. We were going to fix it tonight. We couldn't stop at Kragen because my serpentine belt went bananas (didn't break, just went slack) a mile from home -- cheers to zpdiduda who rescued me so I could bring the cold groceries home, while deyo waited for the tow truck.

I guess early tomorrow we'll go to Kragen for parts when it's cool enough to bicycle, come back, and fix the cars before it heats up too much.

Both cars within 24 hours. Dude. Not fair.