So, on the heels of my somewhat-down little posting yesterday, I offer what I consider to be one of the most beautiful skies I’ve seen in a long time:
Most folks, I suppose, prefer a pristine blue, or maybe mostly-blue with an occasional white puffy cloud. Me? I want a lot of different shapes and shades of clouds as far as the eye can see. No, I’m no more fond of the solid mass of flat gray than most people, but this? This is lovely. Truly.
Cheered me up, this morning, it did.
So, my son turned 17 on Saturday. He doesn’t look any older than he did a year ago, but that’s probably because his face has been half-covered in fur for the last couple of years. We went to what has become a little tradition for his parties: Ultrazone, down along McLoughlin. Hooray, laser-tag! (This wasn’t a good showing for me… 10th out of 12, then 4th out of 14. I blame it on the blue jeans that fluoresced very nicely under the black lights…)
Spud’s just glad I gave him a Rifftrax DVD instead of another math book, of course. Heh.
The other notable event of the weekend? Irvington’s “farmer’s market” launched, taking up one small piece of road between Broadway & Weidler next to the Kitchen Kaboodle. (I think we spent more time there than we did at the market, but there you go.) It was a modest assemblage, though I hope it goes well and they can attract a few more merchants. A cheese vendor, for instance, would be nice. A hike down Broadway on Sunday beats waking up early enough to get to PSU before the insane crowds make that market unpalatable…
Do you remember what it was like when you were excited by something?
I wish I could, lately. It seems like everything I try to do either blows up in my face or sputters to a halt. The anime forum? It’s limping along, with maybe five or six posters (counting myself) contributing during any given month. The webcomic? About 30 visitors every Monday and Thursday, sometimes one or two will comment, and now that I’ve run out my backlog of story and joke ideas it’s going to be a challenge, indeed, to keep it rolling. Writing? Hah. (Double hah, even.) Journalling? Yeah, you can see how many times I’ve posted in the last few months, eh? Music? I don’t have the budget to seek out new material anymore. Movies? I rarely set foot in a theater, and it’s not like I can afford DVDs very often either. Photography? Other than the comic, not so much.
I don’t know if I’m just getting old (which is silly, I’m not even 40 yet) or if life plus work equals being too worn out to do or care much. I’m not happy, though. But what can I do about it? Solutions all require time and energy that I lack.
I’m tired of being tired.
So, how does my body follow up a night in which I start with insomnia, and end with an anxiety attack?
By starting with insomnia and ending with a giant-spider invasion nightmare.
Maybe eight hours of sleep between the two nights, and one of those was a Saturday night so in theory I should’ve been able to get as much sleep as I needed to, right? I anticipate a fun-filled day of yawning and nodding off…
I could have fried up a burger or two. I could’ve boiled some ramen noodles. I could’ve heated up a can of something in the microwave. Instead, I decided to indulge yet another of my little quirky, guilty pleasures: Peanut butter and crackers.
There’s a procedure to it, of course.
Today wasn’t a bad day, but that doesn’t mean I can’t have a comfort food night anyway. Right?
I’m feeling rather “blah” lately, especially today what with the phone bill showing up and stressors being piled on at work. I haven’t had much to say about much of anything this past couple of weeks, not even about the wedding I took pictures of eight days ago.
So, here, look at what the Spud gave me, bought with his ticket winnings at the nickel arcade:
Nice, isn’t it? It’s actually a piggy ducky bank, I just didn’t take the picture from an angle which shows off the coin slot.
