I said less than thirty words out loud yesterday. It was rainy, I stayed in and worked on an article I'm writing for Library Journal, listened to sea shanties and tried to get Sadie the cat to like me. The day before was an explosion of noise and chatter when my Mom and sister came to visit the place I'm staying here in Kittery. We walked around Portsmouth, went to Strawberry Banke, ate cake and took a bunch of pictures. Last night I made the mistake of going out to get some food at right about the time all the outlet stores closed and people got on Route 1 to go home. I had a bizarre flashback to high school when I used to drive up to York Beach and sit in traffic like this for what seemed like hours. Today the sun is back out, I'm going for a hike and enjoying my last day of being 37.
9/04/2006
Comments:
In a way, your day sounds magical. Sometimes the quiet days are best. (Of course, some days the noisy days are best, too.) It's been a long time since I've been able to ooze into a grey and moody day of introspection. Soon, though. Oregon's rainy season is just around the corner.
Also: my last day of being 37.
You're making me feel old. I still have six months of 37 left, but the last few weeks I've really been feeling my age. I am no spring chicken.
04 September, 2006 11:59
Also: my last day of being 37.
You're making me feel old. I still have six months of 37 left, but the last few weeks I've really been feeling my age. I am no spring chicken.
04 September, 2006 11:59
In a way, your day sounds magical. Sometimes the quiet days are best. (Of course, some days the noisy days are best, too.) It's been a long time since I've been able to ooze into a grey and moody day of introspection. Soon, though. Oregon's rainy season is just around the corner.
Also: my last day of being 37.
You're making me feel old. I still have six months of 37 left, but the last few weeks I've really been feeling my age. I am no spring chicken.
04 September, 2006 12:01
Also: my last day of being 37.
You're making me feel old. I still have six months of 37 left, but the last few weeks I've really been feeling my age. I am no spring chicken.
04 September, 2006 12:01
I think pre-birthday days are the best. Better than birthdays maybe even.
so unfinal, so wistful, so terrorizing, so mortifying, so silly, so intentional, so almost.
Happy pre-birthday to you, and I'm delighted to have come across you this very day completely by accidental luck of the very best kind.
04 September, 2006 14:03
so unfinal, so wistful, so terrorizing, so mortifying, so silly, so intentional, so almost.
Happy pre-birthday to you, and I'm delighted to have come across you this very day completely by accidental luck of the very best kind.
04 September, 2006 14:03
