Anyhow, I'm terribly sorry for being such a lax blogger. My [B]B.
Posting is the only thing I've let slide in the recent rush of deadlines and activities...except maybe advanced personal grooming. (Is that an acceptable use? You know, when people are mucca busy they say things like 'I haven't even had time to pee!' (I always, ALWAYS make time to pee) and 'I don't even have time for basic personal hygiene.' I try to stay on top of that, but I think the next level would be 'advanced,' i.e. eyebrow plucking and bi-weekly exfoliation.)
I think it would be fun to list the themes about which I'm writing and editing...just to give you an inkling of why I can't sleep "dreamlessly:" two boyhood friends arguing about coming of age and Chicago-style hotdogs, an updated 'And Then There Were None' (and shortened to under 45 minutes), a virtual date between two music junkies and commitment-phobes in an era of technological relationships, a murder mystery spanning 2 decades and ending in a midwestern circus, editing a shoot 'em up thriller for a literary manager pal, and [recently finished!] editing my youngest sis' short story about a man outrunning his personal demons.
Add the 50+ hours in my work week and, (for some bizarre reason) the pressing need to organize every nook and closet within 3000 feet of my bedroom and donate all the excessive stuff to charity, and it equals a tired me. Plus, our pal Matt (Hi Matt! Stop reading my blog and go do your work- and no, Bejeweled Blitz does not count) has been staying with us for the past 3 weeks (he does dishes, so he= awesome), but P.J. and I have been a two-person show for a few years and a third party does make for a new dance of sorts. We're also either traveling or having someone stay with us every week/weekend until the beginning of April- which is great, truly- but as everything is due by March 15th...
Whee!
Also not helping the situation- people who do not use their bodies the way they ought during certain transit situations. For example, the other morning I was running up the southbound Addison brown line stairs behind a TALL MAN WITH LONG LEGS. Who was walking. Ambling, really. I missed a train because, although I was racing my stubby legs like a hamster on a wheel, Daddy Longlegs (who could have taken the steps three at a time, no prob) decided that this was the perfect venue for his morning constitutional (a guy I knew once thought that meant 'using the bathroom'- that is not the definition of which I speak). Anyhow, I think it is the civic duty of all the stretchy people out there to not block the already-too-narrow steps with intentional sloth. I said it.
And since I had failed to update since the 12th I also missed wishing everyone a happy Valentine's Day! I have always loved this holiday, ever since I was a little kid and craved cellophane-wrapped hearts, overflowing desk envelopes and parties that I would get sick in anticipation of. (Really- my mom had to pick me up early for multiple years' classroom parties...I would make myself ill even BEFORE I overindulged in too much candy. I was excitable. It was sad.) My parents always used to make a special dinner and give my sisters and I small presents at the table. To this day I obsess over making handmade valentines and calling friends all over the country to tell them I love them on that day. Also, I overdo the wearing of the red.
This year was pretty sweet. P.J. and I usually get each other something kinda teensy and symbolic, plus I always make the biggest, sparkliest card for him...
He got me a 42 inch HD flat screen television.
I got him a new pair of gloves.
He also took me out to Turquoise for din, but by that point I had already decided to let him win arguments for the next...month. (I'm trying, anyhow.) The rest of the night was spent playing Mortal Kombat on the Wii...very largely...and seeing how clearly bad computer graphics would appear in the movie 'Blades of Glory.' (Awfully clearly.)
I am almost rabidly looking forward to lounging on my couch and watching marathons of Law & Order...
...in April.
3 comments:
I agree with you about people sometimes using public transit to express the least desirable traits of their personalities. Beyond the loud-headphone-house-music crowd, lately it seems to me that there have been about 88% more stinky people on buses and trains. I was coming in from O'Hare Tuesday night and got onto the only blue line train that had seats (at 10pm. No lie!) only to discover that a man already seated in the car was making the entire car smell like dead crazy ass. A CTA worker got on, and when a man next to me asked if there was anything he could do to make it smell "less like feet," he replied, "Eez worse than feet. Eez like donkey." 2 minutes later a couple of girls got on, crinkled up their noses, and exited, but not before one of them exclaimed, "Oh, HAIL no!"
And the bus woman from the other night who quit her job over her cell phone and then call all of her friends 1 by 1 and explain that her boss was "a terrible boss...and LOUSY in bed." Over and over, verbatim, for 45 minutes.
Yep. I love this city.
Rabio!
Your post was like a high-speed car chase through the maze of your skull. And now I know what it feels like to take Dexatrim.
it is exhausting to read sometimes but almost always enlightening. I love you. enjoy the time and do not wish it away. April will come and then May.. and before you know it, these times will be distant memories.
Kiss the new baby for me in Cincy. x(my word verification is.. unkies) I like that.
good night
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