January the Balmy??

It seems that the Washington rain spirits have answered all our soggy Seattlite pleas...for once it's pouring rain in LA and it's a nice springlike day here. HaHa Vengence!!! It's a small consolation for having to leave my beloved life of urbanity behind but it does make me feel a tiny bit better=)

January the Bleak

The melancholy of Maltby has set in. At least in LA, I had the illusion that I was doing something memorable with my life.

January Bright N' sHinY

I've decided that 2010 is the year to get things done. So that is why, at this ripe and stormy hour, I have drank a cup of left over coffee to keep me awake long enough to eek out something worth writing about. However, it doesn't seem to be that forthcoming. Hmmmm?? How about a classic list of New Year's resolutions?? It can't seem to hurt...not today anyway. A year from now, it could possibly make me cringe with guilt and feelings of slothliness, but right now, a resolution list sounds positive and even a bit optimistic. So here goes....

In 2010 I want to:

Get MaRRieD! Yep yep yep....Edgar and I are gettin' hitched SoMetime this year....Either when my family can settle down and quit arguing over when and where it's gonna happen or more plausibly, when Edgar and I finally come to our senses and just elope.

Wallpaper my hallway....yes the other hallway...the one we didn't wallpaper a few weeks ago...joy joy

Get some sort of ReliaBle & RuNNing Vehicle...at this point I really don't care if it's a military tank as long as it starts up in the morning.

Write more letters....

Be a better friend...really do need to work on this...if you call me and it takes me a 1000 plus years to call you back please, please don't take it personal...I'm just really not a phone person and I guess I'm a little flaky too but that doesn't mean I don't miss you=)

Visit someplace, really anyplace outside of this soggy state...

Go to NY, LA or San fran....any of them will do...I just need to breathe in one of them before I shrivel up from lack of urban culture...my dear SeAttle is just a little bit too squeeky clean to do the trick.

I could think of a hundred other things I should do this year but the buzz the stale coffee awarded me has worn off and now I'm sleepy and if I hope to accomplish even one of my resolutions, I need my beauty sleep. So CheeRs~

December the Swift

I found a poemish sort of thing I wrote a few years ago when I was down in LA pining for the soggy Northwest. With the downpour we had today though, I must have been hallucinating from a Vitamin D overload to have ever truly yearned for weather like this. Anyway the poem~

Emerald City

Lavender clouds dot the sky....and it begins to rain.

I have waited months for this~the annual baptism into my city.

my heartache,

my home.

How I have missed your towering fortresses, your skyline, your scent.

I abandoned you....too early...even before I had to....

yet each time I return....you accept me~without question~without judgement.

And I think, intuitively, you know, in your emerald wisdom, that a part of me will always stay~

scattered somewhere between Brooklyn Ave and Ballard.

For you were my first love, my growing pains and who could forget the memory of that?

November the Dreary

I'm so freakin' tired this week. Maybe I have mono. Or maybe the depression I feel about still not having finished my damn living room has finally caught up to me. Or maybe I'm over worked. Maybe I'm just a sniveling little whiner who is just lucky enough to have a house and JobS! to complain over. Or maybe I'm getting soggy and growing gills from all this rain. Or maybe maybe~I'm just tired =)

Novembery

*Today's To Do List*

Vacuum wallpaper shavings and Dagobaz fur from living room carpet

Call Miss Alice

Return library books

Bury dead garage possums

Pay gas bill

And so the possum saga continues....I decided today was the day to reclaim the garage and revert it back to it's original use instead of being used as a furniture warehouse and possum cemetery. After digging a hole and disposing of two shriveled little bodies, Edgar informed me that I had one more to go. Unfortunately for him, he had discovered the 3rd causality a few days earlier while attempting to find a leaf rake. Fortunately for me, the possum had had the good sense to die on a blanket. Now I'm the last one to throw anything away without using up the very marrow of the thing. And even though it was from mexico and in perfectly good shape-I had to toss the dead possum blanket. No matter how many times you wash it, there's something about cozyin' up in a blanket which a small mammal expired and indeed decayed on, which is downright unpleasant.

November Chill

Had an infamous Lake bonfire last night and my baby sister was her spritey little self, which was nice. Anyway, standing around a roaring fire with crickets chirping in your ear and a cold beer in your hand, one gets philosophical. And so, keeping with the theme of last night and honoring the good ol' boys aptly named drew & ian, here is my list of bonfire truths~

1. People die too young sometimes and there's nothing you can do about it but honor who they were and what they might have become.

2. Sometimes the only thing holding you back from what you want most in this life is your own self imposed chains. Barriers that you've built around yourself for one reason or another and that only you can take down.

3. That good men & women are hard too find. Should you be so lucky to stumble across one-do whatever is in your power to hold onto them.

4. People surprise you. You find out that your dad, who you've never seen throw a football or kick a soccer ball, ice skates every winter. Or that your mountain man of a brother wants to move to Dubai.