and I'm enjoying it immensely. I've discovered so many artists I would likely never had heard of without it. I just wish I could skip an unlimited number of songs, so I could get past the ones I don't favor or the over-played ones.
I'm tempted to get a tv. I'm supposed to be able to play dvds and cds on this computer, but the thought of figuring the tech out makes me tired and stupid. There's actually a few shows on tv I'm kind of interested in, and it's been a LONG time since I've regularly watched tv.
I'd love to watch some Old Hollywood stuff again, black and whites, musicals...classic sci fi. My brother keeps trying to talk me into an...ipad(?) or something, so I can read e-books and whatnot, and I nod and smile and scream internally. I can't even program my coffee maker, lol.
Love sorrow. She is yours now, and you must
take care of what has been
given. Brush her hair, help her
into her little coat, hold her hand,
especially when crossing a street. For, think,
what if you should lose her? Then you would be
sorrow yourself; her drawn face, her sleeplessness
would be yours. Take care, touch
her forehead that she feel herself not so
utterly alone. And smile, that she does not
altogether forget the world before the lesson.
Have patience in abundance. And do not
ever lie or leave her even for a moment
by herself, which is to say, possibly, again,
abandoned. She is strange, mute, difficult,
sometimes unmanageable but, remember, she is a child.
And amazing things can happen. And you may see,
as the two of you go
walking together in the morning light, how
little by little she relaxes; she looks about her;
she begins to grow.
It's been literally a couple of decades since I've had one. I used to work in a library a long time ago, and lost my job a month after I'd bought my house (great timing, right?); it was the start of many increasingly bad events for me, and I just couldn't bring myself to go in and apply for one.
Well, I have a card now. I googled directions, found the building, got the card and checked out The Book Thief, which was the first title to catch my eye as I wandered around. Ridiculously exciting!
I'm in danger of actual adulthood happening to me, fancy that. ;D
Comfortable, affordable home, in an area that's increasingly attractive as I poke around exploring...better cost of living, weather I can live with (especially when it's as gorgeous as today was!)...much easier and more frequent access to my family...
I have actual flowers on my actual dining table. White roses flushed with plummy pink, just because I love flowers and can afford to splurge on them.
I'm almost bewildered by it all.
St Louis style pork ribs, to be exact. In the oven, basted with a sauce made of sriracha ketchup, honey, soy sauce, and minced garlic (which I've previously used on chicken thighs in the crock pot, so I knew it would be good). Add a salad and some rice, and I had an actual meal I'd made my own self...and it was good!
I temped the meat numerous times to be sure, when I got it out of the oven, and it was well past what the directions said it needed to be. I'm always uneasy, though, cooking meat. Pinkish spot on the bone? o.0
If you don't hear from me again, know it was the ribs that got me. Possibly worth it, though.
To be in love
Is to touch with a lighter hand.
In yourself you stretch, you are well.
You look at things
Through his eyes.
A cardinal is red.
A sky is blue.
Suddenly you know he knows too.
He is not there but
You know you are tasting together
The winter, or a light spring weather.
His hand to take your hand is overmuch.
Too much to bear.
You cannot look in his eyes
Because your pulse must not say
What must not be said.
Shuts a door-
Is not there_
Your arms are water.
And you are free
With a ghastly freedom.
You are the beautiful half
Of a golden hurt.
You remember and covet his mouth
To touch, to whisper on.
Oh when to declare
Is certain Death!
Oh when to apprize
Is to mesmerize,
To see fall down, the Column of Gold,
Into the commonest ash.
Which wouldn't be remarkable, except yesterday was crisp and sunny and lovely walking weather. I woke up to a gloomy sky and just now, looking out the window...it's snowing.
Pretty, and I doubt we'll get much. It's the ice that's the more serious problem. Good thing I'm off today and tomorrow. I had intended to go find the public library and see about getting a card; and they're showing Cinderella today, and The Big Sleep tomorrow. I've never seen the latter movie. I'll see how it goes.
Ha, guess it's a good thing the curtains fell down last night, or I'd never have known it was snowing until I left to do errands and got a shock. (the living room curtains are a saga in themselves)
My brother and dad came yesterday; my brother put together my recliner (with many a swear about bad engineering) and my dad puttered around with the water heater and looking at filters and checking my car oil and so on. They also brought me a table and chair set that my brother (Mike) had loaned to our sister; she needs something else, spacewise, and it's a nice fit for me. I was able to put away the air mattress and set up the futon for a couch, too. So my place is looking less like a campsite and more like a home by the week.
Why do I have the urge to call for a pizza...? ~eyes snow
It's actually quite pretty out there. It's going to be some time before this Florida girl, used to the roasting glare almost 24/7/365, to know what to do about actual variety of weather. I can't wait til spring, maybe there'll be local flowers blooming? AUTUMN! I don't know what changes they get around here, but I'll be interested to see. :D
...and since it's not HOT HOT HOT RAIN HOT HOT HOT HOT DID I MENTION IT'S HOT AND HAVE SOME RAIN WHILE YOU ROAST IN THE HOT HOT SUN...I will probably like it.