God, my life is sad. I actually got excited opening my lunch today because I remembered that I'd added chopped up pickles to my tuna fish sandwich. I guess you have to enjoy life's simpler pleasures, eh?
More sledding this weekend at Normanside. Sledding with the boys is becoming "the" activity of the winter. Positives? There are many. It's free. It's exercise. It's beautiful on a sunny day, lying on your back in the valley of the ninth hole. It's loads of fun.
The rest of the weekend was blah - lazy blah, work blah, grocery shopping blah. Early to bed blah and early to rise, half hangover blah. I didn't drink much but I was logey. and the cure for logey is, you guessed it, sledding....
I did have an hour or so free on Sunday and walked up to the library. I read a poetry anthology and sat in a chair; a strange wild-eyed woman stalked me from the quick internet access kiosk to the CDs and back to the new non-fiction. She gave me an odd glance as I sat in the slippery new uncomfortable library chairs, which are seemingly made for those with narrow and extremely rounded bottoms. There is only one comfortable position and that is with both legs together hanging directly off the front of the chair. God-damn puritan chairs, as Victor Cologna would say.
It got me on the poetry thing again. I went through my not understanding poetry phase; I went through my disdaining poetry phase; and now I'm full circle, so I would like to get back to writing. Considering the shortened time frames I have to work with these days it seems appropriate, although I don't want to just bash stuff out.
Hey, the sandwich was good and the orange and tamari smoked almonds, and apple crisp like, well, like a crisp fuckin' apple should be. Things are looking up, and I even have enough tuna fish to make another sandwich tomorrow.
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