Hello! well...i think my work schedule may finally be heading back to normalcy! and i have 3 car possibilities lined up, so...despite the fact that i've Still managed to bite my nails to nothing, a lot of stress should be subsiding quickly. hopefully. i had a revelation that i should probably not worry about whether or not i'm about to get in trouble at work until i actually do, and deal with it then. because i keep worrying that something's about to blow up and i'll get blamed for things, but it's usually okay. no yelling. no guilting. hm...
Yesterday, daniel, christi, and i celebrated daniel's and my 5-month anniversary :)by the pinion-scented chiminea, with black russians (which turned into vanilla-russians with dr pepper because i apparently cannot be trusted to buy alcohol. i try to save money by buying cheaper stuff, which turns out to be undrinkable. even un-cookable. yikes. :) so we sat, talked, imbibed...i serenaded terribly on my terrible (but much-loved) guitar, and christi played fruit-ninja on her phone. and daniel did some singing as well. it was quite, quite perfect. and there is Jane Lane feltie (complete with elongated neck!) posing on top of an adorable napkin my mum mailed to me along with MORE FELT!
two poems today! not fun ones, i'm afraid. the first one seems to me to have a certain 'republican' vibe. i'm not sure the 3 stanzas really even go together. they're both a little 'doom and gloom' and judgmental but here they are:
Living for the momentary,
Driving to despair,
Why is ev'ry treasured thing
A toxic breath of air?
When did Virtue starve herself
For popularity--
Or paint herself on Sundays,
Half-surprised, half-guiltily?
A life like ours is simple
If you train your clear-born mind
To state but one truth firmly, namely:
"Love is best when blind."
The loss of heaven was a little thing
For men of earth, at first. The wind grew chill,
The bluebird's song turned harsh and menacing,
More thorns than flowers grew upon the hill--
Small changes, easily ignored by those
Whose minds had been accustomed to ignore--
The loss of heaven was a change that posed
No threat, so life continued as before...
One shortened day or two, then color drained,
The bluebird losing blue, the thorn its gray.
And senses deadened. No one drank the rain,
Turned face-to-wind. All good things fell away
As men forgot their names, their lives, their worth:
The loss of heaven was the loss of earth.
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