Get back on the floor
HAPPY BIRTHDAY FEERSIGGUN!
2003-09-28
(no subject)
There is a muffled whack whack whack, punctuating the night. It is outside. A man is taking a mallet to his car, which was hit as it was parked on the corner next to the bar across the street.
I heard the impact as I was cleaning my office. I immediately went to the kitchen window, zipped up the blind, and saw a van that was backing up, headlights out? and yellow parking lights on. It zoomed down the block, as a flood of regular guys came streaming out of the bar to see what had happened.
Now the car owner, or a friend, or a mechanic is whacking away at the back side panel above and behind the rear wheel well. tunk tunk tunk
A large glass of water and a bowl of frozen strawberries sit on the desk as I type. I just took apart the basic structure of my office and did a mop 'n' sweep that it sorely needed. The room seems bigger now, with the chair moved over and the board games put back onto the bookshelf. A lamp has been relocated to the other side of the room, and it now fills the room with a nice, standard yellow glow.
Today was a good day, for I had a couple of hours of simple happiness hit me and sink in so sweetly: I have a decent job with nice benefits, my apartment is looking and feeling better every single day I live here, I have a girlfriend who is gorgeous and fun to be with, I am cooking cool stuff all the time (tonight? Spaghetti squash, with an improvised chunky sauce to go over it with an impossibly succulent chopped portabella cap mixed into it), I am in a play (where I get to sing! By myself, even!), the weather is cool, the city is beautiful, I have health and potential, I have tomorrows spreading before me like some insane Choose Your Own Adventure book, videogames and books to last me for months, and a sense of peace and surety that I have not felt in some time.
No one's perfect, and neither is my life, but right now I feel fairly content, able to remember and learn. People come and go, and some return, and there is joy in the little things.
Today's joy is brought to you by cool grey September skies, colorful plastic fridge magnet letters, pots and pans stacked like soldiers, and three rolls of film found that have yet to be developed.
It's always nice when the last strawberry in the bowl is of the sweet variety, rather than the sour.
I heard the impact as I was cleaning my office. I immediately went to the kitchen window, zipped up the blind, and saw a van that was backing up, headlights out? and yellow parking lights on. It zoomed down the block, as a flood of regular guys came streaming out of the bar to see what had happened.
Now the car owner, or a friend, or a mechanic is whacking away at the back side panel above and behind the rear wheel well. tunk tunk tunk
A large glass of water and a bowl of frozen strawberries sit on the desk as I type. I just took apart the basic structure of my office and did a mop 'n' sweep that it sorely needed. The room seems bigger now, with the chair moved over and the board games put back onto the bookshelf. A lamp has been relocated to the other side of the room, and it now fills the room with a nice, standard yellow glow.
Today was a good day, for I had a couple of hours of simple happiness hit me and sink in so sweetly: I have a decent job with nice benefits, my apartment is looking and feeling better every single day I live here, I have a girlfriend who is gorgeous and fun to be with, I am cooking cool stuff all the time (tonight? Spaghetti squash, with an improvised chunky sauce to go over it with an impossibly succulent chopped portabella cap mixed into it), I am in a play (where I get to sing! By myself, even!), the weather is cool, the city is beautiful, I have health and potential, I have tomorrows spreading before me like some insane Choose Your Own Adventure book, videogames and books to last me for months, and a sense of peace and surety that I have not felt in some time.
No one's perfect, and neither is my life, but right now I feel fairly content, able to remember and learn. People come and go, and some return, and there is joy in the little things.
Today's joy is brought to you by cool grey September skies, colorful plastic fridge magnet letters, pots and pans stacked like soldiers, and three rolls of film found that have yet to be developed.
It's always nice when the last strawberry in the bowl is of the sweet variety, rather than the sour.