summer

Home. Work.

Everything I am and everything in me
Wants to be the one you wanted me to be
I'll never let you down, even if I could
I'd give up everything, if only for your good
So hold me when I'm here, right me when I'm wrong
You can hold me when I'm scared, you won't always be there
So love me when I'm gone


Today I met a co-worker at his house to work on a work project. He decided to call the flourishes I was working with fleurals and swooshes based on whether they looked like flowers or not. I renamed the file "Fleurals and Swooshes" in honor of their christening. We had a fun time.

After that I went to pick up some photos, get some packing materials for my spent hard drive that I am returning to the company this week, and then I went home to do several hours of stuff sorting in the basement, which as usual meant finding a number of really interesting, useful or nostalgic old things. Then my family came home and we had an awesome supper and watched the first Scarlet Pimpernel, and then I went grocery shopping.

I know that may not sound like an exciting day, but I had this moment where I realized that even though I have a lot of things to do, I don't have any homework. Nobody's marking me on this stuff. I mean, technically my paid work is being evaluated by my employer, but they are happy with me thus far and I am happy with them. I'm not a student anymore! It's a really nice awakening. Just in time for summer. Summer? It's summer already? That's an unaccountable fact. Where did the time go? I am not disappointed with how I spent it, and this pleases me. I do need to actually pick up and play my guitar, though. Keep missing that cue. Just haven't really felt like it lately, sadly enough.

I have started and am nearly finished reading The Tale of Desperaux and it is so sweet and real and heartbreaking... It suits my mood of late. I've been meditative lately. I used to use the word pensive to describe that mood until I had it pointed out several times that it implies a melancholy, and I haven't really been melancholic, just thoughtful. I have the time to self-examine and I am doing so consistently and with some success.

I am settling into some of my own rythyms, and enjoying the process of coming back to a similar self as the one I knew last summer at the lake, living alone in a nifty little cabin. It's a nice feeling to come to know myself again, realize all the very substantial ways in which I have changed, and enjoy the familiarity of the person I am that remains somewhat solid.

I am looking forward to my shortly upcoming trip to Victoria for Image Explorations, and to the remaining excellence of the summer, including even this fine evening, where I plan to read a book or watch a movie or do something else entertaining on my pseudo-day of rest. I've chosen Dr. Who, amazingly enough. We shall see how this goes.

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