So, I'm officially addicted to sg. Its become one of my "check multiple
times a day" sites lol. And oddly enough, I've been updating this blog
far more than my livejournal. Its an overcast day out here in lafayette,
and it doesn't fit my mood at all. I'm outside smoking and hoping the
maintenance guy arrives soon to let me into the office. If only I'd
known he wouldn't be here at 9 - I could have slept in! It was a heavy
rain last night, and standing here I hear the consistent drip drip drip
of the drain, and the buzz of cars on 24. Its the perfect white noise
for a day like to day, I love it. It smells like winter, which I
like...though it feels like we only had a glimmer of fall this year.
Fall is usually my favorite season. I love the transition, and the
colors. I love adding the additional blankets to my bed to make it cozy,
and the sweaters and scarves that come with the chill.
As much as I love my job, and enjoy working, winter always makes me wish
I were ridiculously and effortlessly weathly. To be able to stay curled
up on the couch with a good book, candles, and a soft blanket....I'd
love it. Though I'm sure I'd go stir crazy after a while. Maybe not
though. When I was a kid, I'd go spend weekends with my dad. We'd go to
the library friday night, and blockbuster. It was always spaghetti or
pizza for dinner, a movie, and then bed with my books. I didn't get
along with my step-mother much, so I'd always get like 16 some odd books
to read. And I would read them all. Starting in bed on thos friday
nights until I fell asleep, novel in hand. And waking up early, opening
the blinds to let in the early morning light, and reading until I
finished the book. Sometimes I wouldn't go downstairs until after 12,
and even then, my nose was always in a book. I was a pro at reading, and
eating cereal. Or curling up on the couch and staying put, all the books
I borrowed just a reach away. My dad always made fun of me because I
could never sit still. I'd toss, and turn, even used to read with my
legs on the back of the couch, my head upside down. I miss the lazy
luxury of being a kid sometimes. Though I wouldn't trade my life for
anything. But days like today? I do miss it. I don't have the productive
urge at all. Its like the clouds are telling me its time to relax, to
stay inside, to cozy up and leave the world behind for a bit. Though as
a kid I used reading as an escape from the negative in my life. Now I
use it as a reprieve from thinking, a break from the constant go-go-go
mentality and energy of todays society. My personal version of "stopping
to smell the roses".
Still no sign of the guy who is supposed to let me into the office. I
know the moment I give up on waiting for him, and crawl under the covers
in my tempting tempting bed, he'll show up. So for now, I continue to
wait. And wait.
But all I really want is to feel cozy, and lose myself in the eloquence
of other peoples words,
times a day" sites lol. And oddly enough, I've been updating this blog
far more than my livejournal. Its an overcast day out here in lafayette,
and it doesn't fit my mood at all. I'm outside smoking and hoping the
maintenance guy arrives soon to let me into the office. If only I'd
known he wouldn't be here at 9 - I could have slept in! It was a heavy
rain last night, and standing here I hear the consistent drip drip drip
of the drain, and the buzz of cars on 24. Its the perfect white noise
for a day like to day, I love it. It smells like winter, which I
like...though it feels like we only had a glimmer of fall this year.
Fall is usually my favorite season. I love the transition, and the
colors. I love adding the additional blankets to my bed to make it cozy,
and the sweaters and scarves that come with the chill.
As much as I love my job, and enjoy working, winter always makes me wish
I were ridiculously and effortlessly weathly. To be able to stay curled
up on the couch with a good book, candles, and a soft blanket....I'd
love it. Though I'm sure I'd go stir crazy after a while. Maybe not
though. When I was a kid, I'd go spend weekends with my dad. We'd go to
the library friday night, and blockbuster. It was always spaghetti or
pizza for dinner, a movie, and then bed with my books. I didn't get
along with my step-mother much, so I'd always get like 16 some odd books
to read. And I would read them all. Starting in bed on thos friday
nights until I fell asleep, novel in hand. And waking up early, opening
the blinds to let in the early morning light, and reading until I
finished the book. Sometimes I wouldn't go downstairs until after 12,
and even then, my nose was always in a book. I was a pro at reading, and
eating cereal. Or curling up on the couch and staying put, all the books
I borrowed just a reach away. My dad always made fun of me because I
could never sit still. I'd toss, and turn, even used to read with my
legs on the back of the couch, my head upside down. I miss the lazy
luxury of being a kid sometimes. Though I wouldn't trade my life for
anything. But days like today? I do miss it. I don't have the productive
urge at all. Its like the clouds are telling me its time to relax, to
stay inside, to cozy up and leave the world behind for a bit. Though as
a kid I used reading as an escape from the negative in my life. Now I
use it as a reprieve from thinking, a break from the constant go-go-go
mentality and energy of todays society. My personal version of "stopping
to smell the roses".
Still no sign of the guy who is supposed to let me into the office. I
know the moment I give up on waiting for him, and crawl under the covers
in my tempting tempting bed, he'll show up. So for now, I continue to
wait. And wait.
But all I really want is to feel cozy, and lose myself in the eloquence
of other peoples words,
Hope you have time for a good book once in a while. . . Oh! You should tune into 94.1 on the FM dial at 3 in the afternoon if you can listen to the radio at work. You'll hear a show called "cover to cover" where they talk about various books, sometimes novels sometimes nonfiction.
Have a grand day!