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November 06, 2006
killing time
While cleaning out some folders I came across this photo of a corner in our dining room, and it made me homesick. Peter swiped this statue from the trash when a Catholic school he worked for was demolished.
(we really need to paint that wall)
I wake up restless these days and can't lie still; I've been getting up earlier and earlier every day, biking to the studio with frost still on the ground, bundled in an assortment of ragged knits and scraps (cut-off knee socks to warm my arms, cut-off sweater-sleeve legwarmers) that make me look like a boxcar-hopping hobo from an old movie. The alarm is set for six, but today I had to pee so badly at 5:40 that I couldn't hold out, and rather than get back into bed for twenty minutes I just got in the shower. Now I'm finding things to do, to force myself to at least not leave the house before seven. That's just crazy.
It has come to my attention that I've been a bit neglectful of some of my friends in the e-mail department. I'm so distracted right now that I just scan my messages in the morning and leave them to answer later, a system that's only as reliable as my own memory, clearly not a very reliable system at all. If you're waiting to hear from me about something, please send me a gentle reminder, and I promise that after the 20th I'll be more attentive, more present and a little less fuzzy around the edges. Pinky swear.
Posted by jodi at November 6, 2006 06:58 AM | categories: self-absorbtion
Comments
Now, now. I don't think you're exhibiting signs of neglectfulness or fuzzy edges -- in fact, considering what you have going on right now, you seem remarkably buttoned-up to me -- but if it's any consolation, that sense of distraction seems to be epidemic among both online and offline pals o'mine. For my part, I don't think I've written an email that didn't start "First and foremost, I suck for not writing back to you sooner" in at least a month. The fact that my friends aren't marching around with my head on a pike is a sign of how patient and goodnatured my friends are. And as far as restlessness goes, I also found myself awake this morning at a supernaturally early hour, snapped awake by a few thousand fears, decided to get up and go to the gym, realized that because I bailed on some errands on Saturday, I have to do them this morning before work, so I couldn't go to the gym, but all of the appropriate stores/offices wouldn't be open for at least another hour...in short, hoo baby, I feel your pain.
Incidentally, even though I mentioned it in another form, I do not think I can overstate how much I love the cow creamers.
Posted by: Bakerina at November 6, 2006 08:14 AM
Uhh...that last sentence should read "...in another forum...", not "form." Sheesh. Maybe I should go back to Typing 101 before I finish those law school apps.
Posted by: Bakerina at November 6, 2006 08:18 AM
fuzzy pinky edges promise?
Posted by: NWJR at November 6, 2006 08:20 AM
hey---i have one of those cow milk pourers too.
very kitchy
Posted by: ann-marie at November 6, 2006 10:53 AM
I believe in the power of the pinky-swear, thanks to my 9-year old.
I love the picture. I see choir of angelic heiffers chanting moo-moos over the shrine Shiva/Lingam, Shakti/Yoni, whilst being gently reminded that it's all from the heart anyhow.
(a thought from your new-agey california friend)
Take it easy, and I'll say it again: Don't forget to BREATHE
Posted by: bonnie at November 6, 2006 12:57 PM