random list
…of things I’ve noticed over the last few days:
6 picas to 1 inch
My alumni think it’s funny that over the past year, I’ve kept my long hair, pierced my ears, and wear non-running shoes.
Having running water at home is absolutely essential!
…I will remember more things later.
something a little fun
Went to 2 art events yesterday, thanks to friends who know good things when they see them. Bought a print from Nucleus and these mystery box cell phone straps…one that I like very much and one that is completely inappropriate for me to have in my possession. o_O
Things I’ve learned…
on my trip to Baltimore, the fun list:
- Monkeys on kids clothes are damn cute
- Be ready for anything within grabbing distance to be placed in the mouth
- Bathroom and kitchen will have tile flooring and mid-way up the wall
- Washer and dryer are a must
- Whatever was of value, be ready for it to be handled
- Decisions are made for the comfort of your child, which is very different from your comfort level
- Kids love to be held upside-down
- Kids love to be lifted into the air
- Parents needs biceps and some good upper body strength
- Teach them how to laugh and smile and dance early on
- VW bugs are pretty to look at but not very fun to drive
- Buffalo burgers are pretty good
symptom and cause
Shortened from Thoughts:
When looking at my parents’ home, it’s easy to become frustrated. For starters, nothing works properly. But there’s something that my mother has been repeating again and again. “One thing at a time…” Don’t try to fix everything at once. Slow and steady. And that helps.
I’ve recently cleaned up my parent’s “pacman” of an outdoor fireplace.
My grandmother, in her desire to make good use of objects, used the fireplace as a storage area…for trash. Since these pictures have been taken, I’ve tried lighting a fire (random dried up vegetation smells really bad), found out that according to physics the placement of the fireplace was unsmart, moved the fireplace, burned about a bag of papers and freaked out my neighbors with smoke. I still consider it a double standard that me lighting a fire is terrible but my neighbors having a barbecue is fine…
now are the dog days of summer…
…on the East Coast.
It sprinkled yesterday, in the City of Angels. The marine layer has been coating Los Angeles in mild, cool weather. It’s odd, and though I like heat more than cold, I’m not gonna complain about this.
It’s early July, which means, in “summer bum” lingo, that the days have started to meld together into a seemingly endless blaaaaaaaaaaaaah. Without the structure of work, the temptation to do nothing, in conjunction with my rather ADHD/OCD to complete tasks (GOTTA FINISH DAMMIT!) is not good. In particular, it’s not good because I forget to do important things…like check into my online courses…
Generally, though, I’ve been much happier these last few days. As some of you may have heard, I’ve moved back into my old room…and everything that my room has become. After I moved out, my room was first used as a storage area, then as my mother’s new office, and lastly, as my grandmother’s room. Office depot boxes, paper clips, medicated arthritis pads, a wooden backscratcher with a red tassel…some of the items are difficult to look at, and frankly, I don’t know what to do with them. I still have that sense of attachment to them, or at least a sense of reverence and respect.
For my own old possessions…to say the least, I’ve got to follow my own advice and “simplify, simplify, simplify.” Even with the help of my family, the move was a tough one because I had so much stuff. Just…stuff! Granted, moving from a condo to half a room (and corners here and spots there), this situation is to be expected. I still want to purge, cleanse, and shed.
So things must go, like the light catchers above. I made them, as an activity to do at my one and only childhood birthday party. It’s a good memory, and that’s what they will remain.