Chai A Day

It's hot - 85 inside, gods knows what outside and I'm not even going to look humidity. All I know is I'm miserable inside, it's worse outside, and we can't afford to turn on the AC. There's no breeze either. At least it's too hot for bonfires... for now.

I made iced coffee this morning. First attempt - too much cream. Attempts will continue.

I almost forgot E3 was this weekend. I find it comforting to sink into the hype for a bit, to wrap up in the slick press conferences and streamed discussions. Makes it easy to forget for a moment that I won't ever play the vast majority of the games. In another life I actually became a gaming journalist.

So this week I had a... revelation. Walking two senior dogs three+ times a day, you end up with a fair amount of time to think while you wait for them to remember to tend to their business, and the thought that came to me was this - I wonder if growing up with an extended family for whom nothing was good enough has ANYTHING to do with why I have so much trouble interacting with online communities. Ya suppose? It's one of those things, being able to look back and say 'that was a really unfair way to treat a child'. Nothing like being held to a high standard by narcissists. I mean that's not the sole reason I treat social interaction of all kinds like hot iron, but it's probably one of the building blocks.

I try not to think about how posting this is technically interacting on a social network. If I did I'd basically have to never touch the internet ever. (Oh hey, a reason I occasionally disappear!)

8tracks playlist of the week : Take my soul

We had a thunderstorm last night. Thunder rolled directly overhead, roaring and growling in long drawn out songs.

Yesterday was rough - I woke up with pain and low energy and a long to do list. I slept badly due to the strong urine smell, which meant priority #1 was cleaning the carpet, which meant I had to vacuum first. Cleaning the room of course equals taking a shower, which I'd previously promised I'd wash Belle the next time I took a shower. Add in needing to change a headlight on the car...

I fell asleep as soon as I laid down. I still remember listening to the thunder, though I'm not sure if it woke me up completely or I just came up to a lucid state. It was strangely soothing, comforting...

The air smells great today - ozone and rain and sap, the trees have started to green up the last couple of days. Finally. The soil must be colder by the lake, or maybe it's the wetness. Unfortunately it's tipped over to hot and humid and all that's yucky.

I've been dreaming a lot recently. I can't recall most of them, just the fleeting impression of images. I wish I could cling to the peace, the stillness of sleepy days. Long, slow days of white-grey skies and rain on glass and the rustling of leaves, wind threading through the open windows. Those days seemed so long when I was long, they are so short now and all I want is for them to last longer. Days for drawing, days for reading, days for listening to music - soft music, with twanging guitars and raw voices.

I miss wind that lasts for weeks, that smooths out the soul.

I'm still tired. I have so much to do, deadline approaching. I don't know what to do.