Moody Meow

Liberal, lunatic lassie, with mood swings and foot-in-mouth syndrome

The change is coming

Posted on | October 13, 2008 | No Comments

I’m not talking about politics, but if all goes well in the world, that change will come as well. No, I am talking about fall. But it seems like Portland forgot the “color changing time” and my tree in the back yard went directly dropping all its leaves. At least give me the benefit of changing one shade of the leaves before dropping them all over the dog shit and discarded toys. Now D can tell me he can’t see the dog poop to pick up because of all the leaves.

No, we do not rake them up.

No, I don’t care.

Yes, I think my neighbors hate me. But hey, I have two beagles who like to talk to the entire NE section of Portland. I think a few leaves here and there are the least of their worries.

Okay the leaves I left from last year ARE a little annoying, I think it gives my yard a nice organic feel.

*snark*

I would like to state for the record that Mt. Vesuvius is erupting on my left temple. I am sick of being an adult with pimples. Is this the punishment for being blemish-free in my youth? I even get them on my scalp now (when it’s about that time…you know what I mean) and let me tell you, brushing your hair with a pimple at the nape of your neck HURTS. I’m almost ready to shave my head again and slather the entire thing in Clearasil.

Just kidding. I love my hair. It’s really long now. And with the weather getting a mite chilly, it’s coming in handy to keep my ears warm. Mmmm…warm ears.

After a year of living here, D and I finally went out and bought some decent pullovers. My army-green Target find just wasn’t cutting the mustard anymore. Why? It’s plain. Boring. Ugly. So we ventured to REI,in the midst of a sale. Now I was kinda sorta hip with knowing there was a sale (they advertised these adorable shoes I wanted which they did not have in stock), but that place is worse than Target on the Saturday before Christmas. Okay, it’s not that bad. But damn, those people are ALL business. Except the people in the shoes section. Let me talk to you people about manners. If you get a pair of shoes from the sweet, gray-haired, exhausted looking shoe guy, and they don’t fit — DO NOT stack them up in a little tower, pick another pair of shoes and ask for that size as well, and then leave said stack for the other overworked Shoe-lady to trip over when she’s cleaning up. And no, your kid is not cute when it’s caterwauling in the socks section.

I’m just sayin.

I found a really cute black striped pull over. It’s thin, but appropriate for our weather. The other one is a red wool blend with an off-center zipper. It’s CUTE! I also bought a pair of shoes and a water bottle. It was worth the madness.

I’m THIS ~~~~><~~~~ close to finishing my novel and when I write I like to listen to music. Now the music often depends on what I’m trying to do. If I want a really aggressive section with lots of machismo and anger – Dieselboy. If I want something kind of ethereal and whimsical – i’ll pick M83 or some shoegazer crap I have. But I found this band called Beats Antique kind of on accident when I was actually looking for one of my missing Dead Can Dance albums on iTunes. They remind me of some of the music I listened to when I took those Tribal Belly dancing classes in Orlando. So as I listened to the two albums I bought, I remembered how much fun I had. I wasn’t good during those classes. I wasn’t elegant. My arms hurt after 10 minutes, but hell, it felt really amazing to move my body. I found a tribal belly dancing class in Portland. They start with their new classes on the 25th and I’ve decided to go. It’s all about keeping healthy…and every little bit helps.

I’ve been pretty diligent about working out. No noticeable physical changes, but my moods are evening out. Bill Mahr said it best “Ask your doctor what moving your ass can do for you.” Having not been on meds for my bi-polar disorder in over a year, I’m starting to think I will be okay, as long as I work out. I’ve said it before, and I begin with great intentions but often fall off the bandwagon after a bit. That won’t happen this time. I don’t know why, but it’s like the smoking. I have fucked up. But then I stop dicking around, put the cigarettes down, go back to the gym, and I find myself back on a healthy path. One screw up can’t knock me off the wagon completely.

And now to your regularly scheduled Monday.

Category: Everyday

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