Gack…

Some habits die a hard twitching convulsing death. Then some resist even that. Refuse extinction.

Sometimes the internet makes satisfying curiosity and/or succumbing to temptation too easy.

Think I need to take a deep breath. Make myself a cup of matcha. And get started on tearing carpet up. At least then I’ll be accomplishing something productive… whatever. Not necessary to take a momentary set-back as anything more than that, momentary. Practice right? I’ve been doing very well with avoiding that particular pitfall, going to deconstruct and see if I can’t determine where I misstepped.

The dishes done. Countertops wiped down. More wood-flooring uncovered. And I’m still confounded. Damn.

Agghhh! I just found animal armageddon in the basement. Shit. Went down there to get the mop and bucket and…. what a mess.

Okay, a couple of hours have passed. I haven’t made it down to clean the basement yet. However the process of remodeling and spring cleaning is working it’s magic. I’m relaxed, focused, and in general all is now. Think I’ll keep on keepin on and catch you later.

Tearing It Up.

It’s been so busy the past few weeks. It seems I’ve hardly had any down time. Despite that I think I’ve a stretch of days here with nothing much planned. Which is good cause with the arrival of spring I’m feeling the urge to turn the place inside-out.

I started ripping up all the carpets at Grey Manor, can’t stand the damn things. I’m about a quarter of the way done. I’m sure it would go faster if I had the proper equipment but really it’s kind of relaxing. I’d like to put in cork flooring but nothing, sub-flooring is better than what I’ve got going on.

I’m taking a little break to drink some tea, type… I’m crocheting a wool rug to break up the hours. Occasionally taking a phone call or reading a few pages from the latest fantasy read.

Still Dragging that Horse Around?

Shake It Out… 

What’s that saying? Something about being careful when ridding yourself of your devils; that you don’t throw out the very best within you.

 Take Care…

Never Let Me Go.

Thirty-Five.

Sitting at desk, 10:44am.

I intend to write another post today. Yesterday’s didn’t turn out too poorly.

A little yoga. Showered and eating familia, pottage essentially, 12:04.

So someone mentioned, this morning in a B-Day wishes phone call, the Solar Storm of 1859. He said I could look to the northern sky tonight and see the rippling plasma flame across the Rocky Mountains. So I thought I’d Ask an Astrobiologist what the deal was. Cause from MSM — mainstream media I thought maybe I’m seeing (yet another) Millenarianism Movement playing out. Solar Maximums happens every eleven years and the next one isn’t expected till next year anyway. I think my friend very knowledgeable by the way and the following comment  is not directed at him, just people in general, some people will believe anything — no matter how stupid

(Cough)…

I meant to say: Some people behave as though beliefs that totally and completely lack any basis of education and/or reason and/or evidence are ‘real’.

Ask before drinking purple cool-aid.

That’s all I’m saying.

What’s a little LA Rain?

Speaking of how lucky LA was to have had Gotye preform: The Mynabirds are playing tonight at Kilby Court. Totally cool. I couldn’t be more excited. Luck me. So even if I don’t see any Northern Lights I still see What We Gained In the Fire.

12:51.

13:17

Back from walking Love. Crazy beautiful outside. Think I’ll go on my first walk of the season… right now though I’m eating some fancy cracker spread with triple-cream (how ridiculously creamy is that?) cheese. I’m the first to admit I have a taste for the ridiculous.

13:38.

Along a different track… a train-of-thought prepares to leave the station: Yes Boss.

I’ve been wondering as of late… Is there a statute of limitations on leaving a terrible first impression or (god forbid – simply) making a terrible impression? If there is a S of L; how long is it? A year? Four? Seven? A decade? Is the length of time inversely or directly proportional to how big of an Ass you’ve made of yourself? Is early release or probation offered on degree of rehabilitation and habituation? Medical practitioner’s often have a ten year rule, ten years before it’s considered ethical to have a personal relationship with a patient. My Shrink’s rule of thumb is seven years ‘no touchy’.

So how long before it’s polite to reintroduce one’s self? Just a passing thought.

Hey. Hey. Hey… Creation Keeps the Devil Away.  

Calls for a little Walksong.

Okay folks, writing has now given way to a mer montage of music…  and bad alliteration. That’s when I know I should take a break.

“Put your hands up and step away from the computer”

I think I’ll take my camera and go play outside for a while.

 

Must….. Write…..

Sometimes things get so busy. I can’t remember the last time I logged into the Project. Seems like I have an ‘I should’ cloud that hangs over my head every time I think of it in fact. Not good. It used to be that this site was fun, all about play, all about the pleasure I feel when I create something beautiful. I’m not sure when it stopped being that for me, though I’ve got ideas about the whys of it. I want to return to the spirt in which this place was conceived.

Spring is an appropriate season I think.

A few hours pass. And she (finally) returns to her desk…

Funny how I get sidelined into doing anything but writing a post. If I haven’t been working with the Project what have I been doing?

I’m still tobacco free. There is much less alcohol consumption but still haven’t figured out to avoid it entirely, not just yet anyway. I’ve been working my butt off. Both literally and figuratively. I’ve slimmed down; twelve pounds in the last two months. Healthy weight loss.

Twenty minutes pass… she steps away from the desk to stretch and get a large glass of H2O… And before she knew it hours once again had passed. 

All I can do is shake my head. There it goes. Time for bed already. However I’ll leave you with a little night music:

Somebody That I Used to Know

Great music coming out of Austraila. Though this performance happened in lucky LA KCRW. Gotye is so very talented and the female vocalist Kimbra…

Also from the great down-under: Mashup‘ — If you like it I’ve got one last bedtime snack. Sleep well.

Good Intent