Showing posts from April, 2015

Horoscopes: the no plastic edition

Pisces (2/19 – 3/20):   I'm trying to participate in a project, "100 Days Without Plastic".  A week into it, yesterday, and I woke up to find a creature that I'll call a large mouse in the toilet, dead.  Suicide, I guess  -  I saw no evidence of foul play.  Anyway, that's the kind of incident that makes me grateful for plastic.  I had an old bread bag that I had squirreled away and I was able to wear it as a mitten while I fished the creature out, and then turn the bread bag inside out to form a little tomb.  Rest in peace, large long-tailed rodent.  I wish you'd been able to find the help you needed. Oh, and Pisces?  This is our life.  Time is getting short.  Live well.

Aries (3/21 - 4/19):  I can't wait to read this book.  Mostly because I want to learn more about Maeve Boyce and Edna St. Vincent Millay.  Isn't it strange, Aries, how most of the people you know who read or write are women, but most of the famous authors are men?  Let's change tha…

Verb loss

I dreamt there was a word I needed to use, but couldn't remember it.  I had been told once, but voosh, right out of the brain.  It was a new verb, like skype or snapchat, but it involved shooting up into the sky, loose, without a ship or anything, to meet people.  Not like going to heaven, just regular transportation.  The way the cool kids get around, I guess.

Anyway, I was supposed to meet someone via this new verb, someone I missed terribly, and was walking around asking people, "Do you know the new verb I'm supposed to be doing right now?  Do you know it's name, first of all, and secondly, how to do it?"

And people looked kind of sad, and I wasn't sure if that's because they didn't think I could do that verb, or if it was more like, wow, she is so out of the loop.  Like, bipedal motion, sistah!  We've been doing it forever!  Keep up!


I just woke up from my first nap in about two weeks, which might be a record.  I attribute this strange turn of events to two things.  Although this list seems to have more numbers than two.  I don't know how that works.
I put up a hummingbird feeder.  I did that because I had a little bit of excitement recently, and it left me exhausted.  I realized that you need to build up to excitement; too much all at once is like a couch potato running a marathon.  I thought back over the last 10 years or so, and pretty much, the most exciting thing that's happened is seeing a hummingbird.  Like, "oh wow! Look, a hummingbird!  Oh, it's gone." So, my training program for the past decade has been tiny, short bursts, separated by looooong rests.  I'm not saying nothing good or interesting has happened, just that nothing exciting.  Now  I watch the hummingbird feeder, and I'm like, OH! A HUMMINGBIRD.  Another one!!.  And so on, all day long, getting stronger, bird by bi…