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iced tea

Listening: Once is Enough by Lyle Lovett.

Reading (perhaps quality): Finished the last two Harry Potter books over Thanksgiving.

Reading (definitely pulp): Nothing.

Drinking: Nothing now but definitely coffee later.

November 30, 2005
5:29 am

I've been up since about 3:30 - first I thought it was a mistake, then a brief thing but after trying to drift then sleep then just to lie still I realized it was best to give up the ghost and get the hell up. The question I have - how can I feel sleepy when up out of bed yet so awake when lying down?

If nothing else, it is giving me time to catch up...

summertime and the living is easy

Last Friday, Mom and I went to a Dali/Picasso/Surrealist exhibition over at the Wadsworth Athenaeum. She wanted to go and she's claimed that I'm the only one of her daughters who actually likes museums. While I'm not a huge surrealism fan I didn't want to make her go by herself - the woman *raised me* for goodness sakes the least I could do is go look at some bizarre artwork.

The exhibit was fine (loved the Picasso, some of the photography work was stunning, the rest okay) but the Athenaeum itself amazed me. Have never been there before and I was wowed by the size and breadth of the permanent collections. Add in the gorgeous building and, well the whole thing was a pleasant surprise.

The rest of the weekend was less new but just as good. Thanksgiving morning we woke to snow - several inches of good packing snow outside, falling all day. The cooking was easy with only nine of us at dinner (instead of the usual 20 or so) and conversation flowing. Mom and I did some shopping, Bug and I caught up, Keith and I had a deep discussion or two, and the dog and I played keep-away with her toys.

All the way through, it was great to be home. I lived in Connecticut only the last couple of years of High School but so much happened during that time that that town that house are such a home to me. Am slowly bringing things back with me to DC - books, yearbooks, old journals and photo albums. That particular feeling of connection is too sweet to be experienced only the short time that I'm back there.

summertime and the living is easy

When the hell did it get to be so late in the year? Someone was asking me this morning how it felt to be out of the Leadership Development Program at work and I admitted I found it hard to believe that the program year was over much less that it had been over for more than a month. Its not even as if I've been so busy lately - until the last couple of weeks or so my mind has been on nothing but work work work. But now that things are a little more settled there, I'm looking forward to enjoying things a little (okay, a lot) more than I have earlier this year.

summertime and the living is easy

Other big news? I moved the furniture in my apartment. I used to move my furniture all the time - as a kid at least a couple of times a year much to my mother's annoyance. But even though I've been in this apartment for a few years I hadn't moved a stitch. Until last week when I hauled furniture around the place and scootched it into a setup that feels so right its scary. The cat has adjusted, I've adjusted and I'm already planning something to get folks over to enjoy it with me.

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Doing (life and related tasks): Wondering when I became such a damn insomniac.

Doing (crafty stuff): Going through scrap yarn and knitting that stuff up.

Wanting: Some inspiration on how to do up my bedroom (now that the rest of the place is fixed up).

Anticipating: More like crossing my fingers about something....

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