Such odd feelings this morning. The mister left in the wee hours for back-to-back out-of-town shoots (Bardstown then Albuquerque) and won't be back until nearly Christmas. I am simultaneously thrilled and bereft. It'll be lovely to center myself and lay groundwork for my projects, but I'm absolutely dreading a solo run through most of the holiday season. Why can't things just be all good once in a while?
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Around the beginning of the year, I realized that every morning, the first image I had of myself was me dressed in a ratty old t-shirt. It just didn't seem like a good way to start the day, so I bought some proper pajamas. Nothing fancy, just a nightdress and a couple "camp style" pajama sets from Lands End. But I tell you what: it has made a huge difference! When I see myself in the morning now, I see someone who takes a bit of care about how she looks - and that seems to give me a better outlook on lots of things throughout the day.
Seeing Through My Own Eyes
In which Laura muses on how seeing the world differently is going after a week with new contact lenses, and the unusally profound results of the change.
working at the club this morning - by the pool - swoosh swoosh swoosh splash, swoosh swoosh swoosh splash - the soundscape here is so pleasingly rhythmic and natural - the sounds of humans, but not the sounds of voices
Hollywood Bowl picnic
Bella Luna's day today, full of dreams and plans. Still kind of glowing from the Scheherazade performance out in the open air last week, under the fullness of her light. It was magical.
Eating a peach and reciting poetry in my head.
To his credit, though, it does smell damn good.
There are plumbers in the apartment. They are talking to my husband, who is cooking in the kitchen (lamb tagine) and asking him if he's a chef. It's all a tad surreal, given that he cooks maybe twice a month.
Ugh. Have that awful kind of cold (no, not that one) where you're not sick enough to just sleep all day, but you're too sick to actually do anything. Miserable.
how do i, I mean, how is this, I can't even
you children, you scions, this is your world - sieze it, grasp it, what are you going to do with it?!
Pandemic Pentimenti: So strange to walk through the city and see all the fading marks on sidewalks and entryways, each dutifully 6 feet away from the next, reminding us of where we were not so very long ago.
Opening the second bottle of wine, wondering "how is it that I am not French?"
[husband editing in the loft, which means listening to the same 2 second clip of audio over and over and over and over and over. and over. and. over.]
I'll just go up to the roof to work, where it's quiet. [pool party with approximately 5,261 toddlers in attendance]
I'll just go down to the lounge, there's never anyone there, it'll be quiet. [some guy watching a penguin movie at volume level 756, laughing out loud]
Going to stab someone. Soon.
Very soon.
Been trying to bang out a brief essay for a gallery application, and have been making zero headway for days. Finally found the path this afternoon - required ditching the first paragraph and then everything else just flowed. Ahhhhhhhh.
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