“The impressions of human desire are often left upon objects of their devotion or on the paths leading to where a sense of peace or pleasure can be found; i.e. the worn frets on a favorite guitar; the finger-smoothed ivory keys on an old piano; the ‘secret path’ in the forest blazed by decades of children that’s been ‘a secret path’ to other children for over 100 years.”
With me changing jobs last year, and the codes changing… we ended up returning to our accountant, Jim Kamin, to handle our taxes this year. I’m still getting used to the new building and location, but it’s definitely a bit more convenient for us (though I still do miss that lovely old office). While waiting for our appointment, I looked…
I held off weighing myself all last week, figuring that the day to day fluctuations don’t really provide much indication of progress. About a week in now, I hopped on the scale before my morning shower and clocked in at 189.4.
The place was getting pretty full when we arrived, and we put our names in to ensure a table. After waiting a while, we got seated near the back and were given what felt like a ridiculously large amount of room. While other parties of six were crowded around two tables, we got two tables to ourselves (for just the four [and a half] of us).
“The first warm day,
and by mid-afternoon
the snow is no more
than a washing
strewn over the yards”
Also, the soundtrack is pretty fun. There’s a tinge of 80’s nostalgia everywhere, which gives the series a very odd feel. Part Sci-Fi, part magic realism, part nostaliga. I feel like they spent a small fortune on the rights to use all these songs.
Despite not doing much house work this week, it’s been fairly busy for me since… about last week. I’ve been working a lot in the evenings on work work, and even on the weekends. When I do feel like I’ve caught up enough, I’ll just choose to sit in bed and play games on my phone, as a way of relaxing. For that small window, when I don’t feel like I have anything pressing I need to attend to, it’s been nice.
“I make it to the bus, not a second to spare
But there’s freeze-frame traffic till the intersection where
I am scheduled for a meeting with a man who looks like Harrison Ford”
“First day of February,
and in the far corner of the yard
the Adirondack chair,
blown over by the wind at Christmas,
is still on its back,”
Today, we planned an early breakfast at Roister as our last hurrah, before the diet begins. And afterwards, we’d go shopping to get a week’s supply of healthier food, as we plan on ordering out much less and cooking for ourselves much more.
A few days ago, I noticed that I wasn’t able to set a song to “repeat” on Spotify. I had recently added the album “Rosa” by Luísa Sobral, and have been listening to Só Um Beijo with pretty alarming regularity.
I know this is someone looking to give away some Christmas decorations, but a part of me likes imagining someone creating a special shrine – as a way of invoking the season to remain, despite the days.
Did someone get hurt? Are they ok? Did they decide they no longer needed the wheelchair, or that it was more hassle than it was worth? So many questions.
For those that aren’t bunny owners, a rabbit flopping on their side is an indicator of comfort and ease. It’s a rare thing to see, and something they typically only do when they feel contented and safe. As their caretakers, Liz and I always feel great whenever we can catch one of them flopped over on their side.