gourdgeous

I love this time of year! Pumpkin granola, butternut squash ravioli, jack-o-lanterns adorning porches. The leaves are still changing and now the temperatures are dropping.

Which means one thing: snow will be soon to follow.

(fistpump)

old stuff.

Was digging through my drawer, pulling out things, trying to pack for next week and I came across a bunch of old cards. From my birthday and Christmastime, 2003. The same words I was so used to reading, the familiarness was all there. I could still hear his voice too. How is that? They're solid on paper. Seemed so trusty and true. Now they're just what they were: words.

Kept the ones I wanted, tossed the ones I didn't. Stood in my living room and took it all in. Let the whirlwind swirl and settle. Goosebumps are still lingering. Everything is so vivid and far away, I feel as if I'm viewing things through the bottom of a glass. You know, where it's sorta clear in the middle but the edges are distorted and you can't see straight.

Time sure flies.

what am i thinking.

this night is guaranteed to all turn black
with memories that haunt the past

Leaves are still changing and I'll never tire of kicking my feet through them on the sidewalk. Trying to listen to the music I had put on a shelf while uploading these pictures. Sometimes it's hard for me to break out of the habit of whatever I'm currently listening to. I love all my music and sometimes I get stuck on an album or even just a song and that's all my ears want to eat. Put it on repeat and just go, that's all you listen to. So what I've been trying is to put on music I know I love but haven't played for a while. Break that habit. So far, so good.

Went to sushi with friends last night, then to a gallery's opening night of an art show. Really, really cool stuff. Inspired me to put more than just a paintbrush to canvas and to go bigger. I'd like to get the guts to break out of my comfort zone and let go, see what comes of it. Hard to actually do that when I have so much lined up in my head already of what to do.



Going to set up shop at the sewing machine now. Want to see if I can make a bag out of those old corduroy's that have been waiting so patiently at the bottom of a pile. Hard part will be getting the liner right. Should probably hop off the keyboard, get moving on this.

fever.

I don't like being sick. Feverish, achey. Especially on the weekend. Who is sick on the weekend? Me. It's probably best though, getting it over with now. Work is as usual, which means being sick makes the post-recovery hellish. Sluggishness at work is rarely an option. Plus my vacation is in a few weeks so it will be nice not being sick then. That would be the pits.

My eyes are dry. Feels strange to close them.

Leaves are changing. I love it. The air is crisp and I got to walk around today in a sweater and scarf. That felt good, I was missing my warm things. It's even starting to snow in the mountains, which doesn't seem right (too early) but it's exciting just as always.

Going to lie in bed now.

take me somewhere nice

Words churning themselves into make-believe conversations in my head. While I'm working, they are too. It's a fun little game I play with myself, I think to distract from the more strenuous parts of work. Believe it or not I lose it if I stare at code all day.

Anyway, these stories and conversations are distracting me lately. Flutters of excitement that I want to sing about but can't go anywhere with. Sitting in a box that's tied with curly, shiney ribbons, they're twinkling away on their own. Every once and a while I peek in with curiosity. I like!

not again.

Couldn't sleep last night - again. Why does that hit me? No sleep is no fun. Brain slowly turning to pile of moosh. Trouble conjuring up words.

Going to bed.