Archive for August 13, 2011

Word Vomit

I feel the need to create. A space, a picture, a paragraph, a soup; it doesn’t matter. Does everyone get that feeling? It’s like something just starts building inside of me and I need to do something to let it manifest outwardly. I wish I had some very tangible output. A pretty bowl that could be used, or a bracelet I could wear. This is why sometimes I type. I am a typer, not a writer. I don’t have an urge to write a novel and be acclaimed for it even though I have tons of stories in my head, but I love typing on my keyboard and watching the letters that turn into words appear on a screen.  It’s exactly like painting for me. I wonder if I could just type random words and have the same effect.  Let’s see;

Lavender, circles, swirling, swoop, corner, up, black, softly, skin, knee, rounded, curly, squish, lines, angle.

Hmm, the comma’s got in my way.

I slept roughly, waking up every 45 minutes or so for a variety of uncomfortable reasons. I use to get so upset by the nights I didn’t sleep well. I don’t anymore. If I am tired,then I am tired. If I am really tired, I can take a nap, or sleep better the next night. I think I may have actually gotten some appreciation for the feeling of being sleepy. As long as I don’t drive or operate heavy machinery.  As a very wise woman once told me,”You can sleep on the plane”.

My husband accidentally, I assume, had his alarm set for 6:00 am, so up I got. I watched a couple of episodes of Better off Ted on my iPod while I drank a cup of coffee. I think Better Off Ted was one of the most cleverly written shows.  I am slowly working my way through the episodes and it makes me sad that at some point I will reach the end. I should check who is responsible for it and see what other shows they were responsible for.

I got my hearing aid yesterday. Someday I will take a picture of Tracy without Hearing Aid and Tracy With Hearing Aid. I would do it now, but I look kind of scary.:) It was fun suddenly hearing things that I have been missing. The funniest thing for me was the fan on my tower. It’s been sitting in the same position for a couple of years with the tower up on a table and to my right. So yesterday when I sat down suddenly I realized I could hear the fan, which apparently I couldn’t hear before! Who knew. At work it was the sound of my spoon on my paper cup. I didn’t realize it was thumping.

When I am done with this I am going to hit the shower. My husband and I are going to the zoo. This could be my last chance for awhile so I don’t want to miss it. I think I will create one clean spot in the bathroom before I do. Kill two birds as it were.

Yesterday I met Daisy’s son. He lives in New York but is staying with her for a couple of weeks. He hugged me and then just kept saying thank you for taking care of my mother. It was kind of emotional. She is planning on moving to New York soon. I will miss her. We make an odd team, but there you go.

 Eamon just came on my iPod, that will certainly change the mood of the moment.

On with my day.

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