oof, tired

Wow, did we do a lot today. Moved the compost to a sunnier spot, I spent a couple hours in the glass studio (eh), handed over the Ganesha pendants, always nice to unload the goods to the true owners, pulled more ivy, planted salad mix, cilantro and dill, mowed the rear yard, made eggs for breakfast, paid off the bathroom renovation…time for a small drinkie out side on the deck. I love that push mower, such a good workout! The next two weekend days that are nice, it’s time to sand/reseal the deck and seal the benches. I have my newsletter to write tonight, I’ll take the beads out and redip the mandrels for the week. I still have two orders that need to go out once the checks arrive; then I will be caught up and done and back to PPP for awhile. Today was great with designs, but I kept screwing up in the encasing. Time to reread my books and see where I am going wrong with that with complex design. I know, in theory, but…not in results in reality. Ah, I ache from gardening. Today there were two ducks in the yard, they had left the pond next door. I love that pond. I can’t see it, but it brings good things nearby like frogs, and ducks, which can eat my grass anytime they want. I need a shower but DLJ is in there, now. When he goes to the grocery then I will take one, so for now, it’s back outside to relax.


I hate flying. I wish I didn’t. I don’t know where it came from and it wasn’t so bad when I was younger (otherwise that Tahiti, Australia, NZ trip never would have happened, believe it!). Been thinking maybe I should read a book or see someone about it, just to chill me out. It’s a lack of control thing.
I bought our tix tonight for NYC/Boston/CT. That is why this is coming up. Now I can dread the next month of waiting for the flight, and the sighs of relief each time we touch down safely. There are no direct flights from Newark to Portland, or Portland to Boston. More takeoffs. I used to love takeoffs as a kid. What the hell happened?
Today DLJ and I saw Kung Fu Hustle. Brilliant. Hitchhiker will be next. Can’t wait to hear Alan’s Marvin…purrrrrrrrr.
We also went to a nice British pub in Portland. I realized that I have not had a decent set of fish and chips since moving here. For shame. They were yummy and the place had Sarson’s vinegar. Yes! *fist pump*
So, yes. Tickets to my college reunion. I don’t know what it will be like going there with DLJ. Conn is SO important to me, and there’s a lot of very personal memories there. I will laugh and cry and get overwhelmed a lot, I think. I want to share it with him, but at the same time, so much of it is so godamned personal. I couldn’t share it if I tried, it’s locked away in my heart and my core where no one can really understand it save a very select few who where there at the time. I am looking forward to it, but am not sure what behavior or memories will be dredged up, either to be held to the light, acknowledged with a grin, or only glimpsed in a passing gaze.

Or maybe everyone will just get drunk and pass out.