Moody Meow

This is chunky… I’m not up to editing.

I’ve taken to this whole “unemployed” thing. I spend my days reading, exploring the city, writing, and today I will garden. The yard is a blank canvas. It needs some love. We went to Home Depot the other day, Friday I think, and when I tried to pick up a bag of garden soil, my bare toe caught the wooden pallet. I ripped a chunk of it open. It bled profusely. D looked very worried as I insisted that we continue to shop for a trowell and a little shovel. My toe is fine. I’m wearing a pirate band-aid. And today I will plant my jasmine and the johnny jump-ups that I stole from my mother. Actually, she dug them up for me, but I thought it fitting that she gave me flowers.

Speaking of things from Mom. My mother has a major stash of jewelry. Much of it is costume, sparkley and dated, things that I don’t really want. But she has pieces, like a few opals, that I lust after. Then there were the bangles. See, when I decided that I wanted to wear bracelets again (yes, this was an active decision), I searched high and low for jangly bangles. I couldn’t remember where I got the longing from, but now I remember. My mother wore a set of 9 or so when I was a child. They sounded cheerful. Lex and I went through Mom’s stuff, with her permission of course. She sat with us, told us the stories behind some of the pieces. We saw things that Mom wore when we were kids, and some awful charms we bought her. She still has the Gonzo charm, and the little frog. Kids don’t have much taste. Then she pulled out the bangles. I traded my traveler’s bracelet. It means a lot to me, but I love that Mom’s wearing it now. And on my wrist, the happy bangles jangle, and I think of her and my childhood.

The road trip with Lex was fun. I took some amazing pictures of rocks in Utah ( I really do hate that state), but I drove a lot of the way, so I don’t have very many pictures. We spent a lot of time with Mom, and we had some good discussions. One thing I will have to do in the future is to protect the posts about my family. I refuse to let my contemplations and observations to be used as weapons against my family. Unfortunatly, that could and would happen. So, I get to talk shit as usual, I’m just going to limit who sees what. The password will be different this time, but e-mail me when I post somehting and you are curious.

D and I went to C and B’s house last night. He has a PS3 —- I WANT ONE! So purdy. *stars in eyes*

Now, before I go and eat.. a list for you.

• D fixed the garbage disposal. Yay!
• Bean dip is a good dinner.
• Stumptown coffee is the best.
• I’m now addicted to Portland Metroblogging
• I was a part of Orlando Metroblogging for 5 minutes, but I didn’t write (I had my senior thesis to finish) so they cut me off.
• Ooops
• I’m dreaming of more tattoos
• I don’t have enough walls for all of my stuff
• We need to get the fireplace serviced.
• The birds still don’t like my birdfeeder.
• I’m smoking too much these days
• We finished unpacking finally.
• I still don’t have a place for my cds
• The beagles love C’s house.
• They are especially fond of running up and down the stairs.
• I really missed C and B while I was gone.
• We are planning a big Thanksgiving with family and friends
• Although we don’t usually celebrate holidays, I think I can make an exception this time.
• We went to the worst and best restaurant on the same night.
• It’s coffee time.