Getting into Ted Hughes, but seems so wrong in the height of Oklahoma summer to read English countryside winter storm poems.
Ate about a bajillion diverse things today and have a tummyache like a child after the carnival.
Trying to develop trust in the new external hard drive and go ahead and delete 4 years of photos from my netbook.
Have been piggy all week, daily getting food and drink sloshed on my clothes, floor, face and feet.
We have got a lot of rain.
I was accepted into a special 24-person limit exercise program at work. Group exercise is at 6 AM. Yay?
When I was in the drill team in college, we had early morning practice. I called it the Crack of Dawn School of the Performing Arts.
Last week during the day the temperature was in the 60s on and off and already I am feeling the fall in the air.
Sometimes I go to bed when the sun is up. I sleep well.
I haven’t had a migraine in so long, I can’t remember when the last one was. Being free from that has changed my life.
Because I am divorced, I will be single all my life unless my divorced husband comes back. And even then, he was divorced when I met him.
This is such a small town, three times I have gone out to dinner after work and my closest co-worker has gone to the same place with her husband and we have seen each other.
I have a friend named Fischer and just by saying his name, everyone knows who I am talking about.
Last week while we were eating ice cream in the conference room for an impromptu break, one of my male coworkers told us how poor he had been when first married his wife. He’d steal toilet paper from a certain gas station because they kept their restroom unlocked. He’d hit them Sunday mornings for a couple of rolls. He and his wife ate Bisquick pancakes for every meal for weeks at a time. To supplement that, he’d go fishing for bass and crappie in several ponds around here. He’d also sometimes go out with a pellet gun to shoot squirrel. He had an old hunting dog who would fetch the shot squirrels and bring them to the bed of the pick up truck and drop them in a pile. Yesterday when I walked Boomer Lake and saw people fishing, I wondered for how many that was really their dinner or nothing.