It’s here. Finally. Will we actually see the manifestations of the first, official day of autumn? Well, apparently, the weather is supposed to cool down this week, day by day, so perhaps we may see vestiges of fall. I’m not holding my breath. The dreams of clicky boots and wool skirts may not come to fruition for a long while (or if ever), so we’ll simply see what happens. It would be nice to take a New England drive or see the Skyline leaves at some point.
The weekend was full and fast. I spent time with friends, enjoyed a picnic with some friends and some way awesome food…it was cool. And then Monday came. Just like that! Crazy. But it was nice. I enjoyed myself. (Weird, huh? A rarity? No, no…just more predisposed to fatigue these days. Fatigue that I bring on myself, so Girley is the one to blame here).
For lunch, I’ll be having Cheerios. So, yeah, it’s Monday.
You know how parents tell you to save your money for a rainy day? What if you start to save your appetite for a rainy day? As in preparing your tummy to eat? Because that’s apparently what I’m doing. Last night, while I spoke on the telephone with my BFF, I told her of my intention to eat at Popeye’s for lunch. Of course, this wasn’t a normal, everyday remark. I spoke of it like a goal, a dream, a solid thing. Wow. So, thanks, Mom and Dad. I’ve finally figured out how to save! (Yes, I’ve misapplied the adage, probably in the worst way. But whatever. No one reads this silly thing, anyway.)
Speaking of this silly thing, I think it’s time for a phase-out. Please, no tears. I think when we reach 100 posts, I may have to say good-bye to the JournaBlog. I’m still thinking about it, though. Reasons? None so much. We’ll see. Still ruminatin’.
New artist of the week that I’m obsessed with: Justin Nozuka. Yikes. I love, I love. His songwriting is amazing; the voice is amazing; and his aunt is Kyra Sedgwick. Blah. But that means his uncle is Kevin Bacon! Yeah! Anyway, to judge him without the whole Bacon thing, his single is quite addictive. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hgGkJez6pcM Maybe he and Adele can do some kind of tour or something? Adele? Justin? Are you out there?
My attempt at closing the books on something, as vaguely as possible: I have my answers. I acquired them in the worst kind of way. But it’s over now, and I’ll be all right. New promises are here, new convictions to keep myself from being burned by this particular fire. Over and out.
Back to Justin Nozuka.
That’s “sigh” backwards. I figure that rendering it backwards will diminish the nuisance of saying it all the time, which I do. Anywho, it’s another Wednesday. I’m headachey and tired, which is hardly new. I’m also starving and intend to pig out with the best of them as soon as I leave this place. Hgis…
In other words, if I were some kind of product from Best Buy or Wal-Mart? Someone would totally take me back. Without a receipt, ready for store credit, no arguing, this product is a mess. Hgis, indeed.
Time for agua and some medicinal intervention.
Peace out for now.
This was Sunday.
Apparently, I watched too many Indiana Jones films in my youth and gained an itch for adventure. Because yesterday, along with a rag-tag group of other adventurers (namely, my Mama and my Pal), we went to NYC. For the day. Early in the morning, then back home in the evening. It was fast and all over the place and I loved it.
We went to see my Sis in the big city and hang out with her for most of the day. We left at 6am and got to NYC around 11 (normally we would have been there around 10, but there was weird traffic). Trip on the subway, whizzing about in a taxicab, yummy food, time with the Sis–and then right back on the road again headed for home. And I drove in New York! And we lived through it! (I’m amazed that the accident numbers aren’t tripled for that place, seriously). It was quite awesome.
It rained cows and elephants this past Saturday. It rained so hard that upon slipping off my shoes, I was horrified to see that my heels (not the shoe heels, but my physical heels) had turned green! It was unbelievable. Umbrellas were in vain–the crazy wind was driving the rain into the umbrella. I was completely soaked. Despite my car getting one of the best washes of her little life, Tropical Hanna was in no mood for games for Saturday. Everyone was equally reminded, I’m sure, that the weather can be mind-blowing.
At the end of the day, after all of that rain, the sun was softly shining and the atmosphere was beaming. Uncommonly beautiful. Sigh. It’s the never-ending cycle. My appreciation for rain will come one day, I tell you, completely under duress and completely as a result of moments like that: when the atmosphere, post-rain, looks like a jewel.
That was Saturday.
I’m on a poetry kick. Get it? Beckham? Get it? Is there anyone out there? No, there isn’t. But I’m so ok with that.
I said it a few posts ago, but the poems have been really coming here and there. One of them has even been entered in a fake contest! (See below). Anywho, I’m happy about it. This is no guarantee that I won’t bemoan the lack of creativity by next week, but I’ll takes what I can get.
The weekend looms. During said weekend, this area will receive the hardcore remnants of a tropical storm. Yes, you heard it here: Somewheres, VA, will see the kind of flooding that usually bypasses us. I don’t know what to say. I just have a major beef with the crazy weather, obviously. I really do. Come personification, the weather and I definitely have a meeting by a pair of flagpoles somewhere. Sheesh. I long for the day when I don’t have to comment on loony heat and numbing cold and, who knows, cows descending from the sky. Yeah, that’ll happen. As my bro likes to say, that’ll happen in the month of Neveruary.