My day today, and a meme
I had a funny day today. Though the bug that's been brewing for the past few days has landed and was making me feel clammy and sneezy, for some reason I was full of energy. And very determined. About what I don't know, but anyway the impulse was strong.
As soon as I got home from work (around three) I changed and went out again, on the hunt for blackberries and elderberries. There's a streak in me that's always loved plants, always been a bit fascinated, lthough I don't actually know anything very substantial about them. This streak mixes with the pool of hippiness in me, the bit that loves the word "organic", and misses the landscape of the country when I've been away too long. This then flows into that mile wide lake of hypochondria, the almost ghoulish interest in the workings of the human body, the feeling of absurd safety that comes from eating a superfood.
What I'm trying to say here, is that not only did I make one jar of elderberry and blackberry jam, but that I also made elderberry muffins, which I only very slightly burned. I haven't cooked for the pleasure of it for a long, long time. I'd forgotten the feeling of purpose it gives me, and the pleasure of the finished product.
Also, did you know that rosehips are incredilbly good for you? And the rosehips from the dog roses that grow all around here are out now, and apparently these are the best kind. I've eaten my six today, so no scurvy for me.
Mona came around today. Almost the same time as yesterday, and I gave her the rest of the tuna fish. She strolled off soon after, and I'd be telling an untruth if I said I wasn't a little disappointed. I think she makes me miss my old girl. Wish I could get one of my own.
I listened to a lot of electronic music today, mostly Pendulum "In Silico", and Groove Armada. It was nice, wandering around in the sun, picking berries, smelling the cut grass. I think classical music and electronic have the same kind of effect really, not that I listen to a lot of classical music. You're receptive to the mood of the song, but with the lack of lyrics your attention doesn't focus in the same way it would if there are words. Your mind just skims along.
Speaking of skimming along, just before I woke up this morning I had a dream that I and my family took some sort of package tour holiday to America. About fifty other Irish people as well as us all filed into an auditorium that looked like a lecture hall, and I thought we were taking a test until I realised that Mr McCain and Mr Obama were at the top of teh room, and that we had to vote in the election. We filled in our ballots, which looked like my college exam booklets, and then handed them up. They were counted straight away, and by a landslide, Obama had won. Then next I was giving him a hug, and he seemed sad, even in spite of the victory, so I asked him what was wrong. He said, quietly "We need Spiderman". I told him "You are Spiderman", and hugged him again. *shakes head* I'm obviously completely mad.
There's a party on Saturday, going to be a bit of a mad session knowing the girl whose place it is, it's fancy dress, and I'm not sure what to go as. (I love fancy dress, Halloween is my favourite holiday.) I think I might go as an archer. I know I could make a pseudo bow from those ash stems in the garden. Then all I need is some sort of green tunic, and that can be easily procured in a charity shop.
Hope everyone's well, and that this entry made some sort of coherent sense. I feel a bit odd today. Not bad. Just odd. Confused. I'm sure it's the microbes talking.
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As soon as I got home from work (around three) I changed and went out again, on the hunt for blackberries and elderberries. There's a streak in me that's always loved plants, always been a bit fascinated, lthough I don't actually know anything very substantial about them. This streak mixes with the pool of hippiness in me, the bit that loves the word "organic", and misses the landscape of the country when I've been away too long. This then flows into that mile wide lake of hypochondria, the almost ghoulish interest in the workings of the human body, the feeling of absurd safety that comes from eating a superfood.
What I'm trying to say here, is that not only did I make one jar of elderberry and blackberry jam, but that I also made elderberry muffins, which I only very slightly burned. I haven't cooked for the pleasure of it for a long, long time. I'd forgotten the feeling of purpose it gives me, and the pleasure of the finished product.
Also, did you know that rosehips are incredilbly good for you? And the rosehips from the dog roses that grow all around here are out now, and apparently these are the best kind. I've eaten my six today, so no scurvy for me.
Mona came around today. Almost the same time as yesterday, and I gave her the rest of the tuna fish. She strolled off soon after, and I'd be telling an untruth if I said I wasn't a little disappointed. I think she makes me miss my old girl. Wish I could get one of my own.
I listened to a lot of electronic music today, mostly Pendulum "In Silico", and Groove Armada. It was nice, wandering around in the sun, picking berries, smelling the cut grass. I think classical music and electronic have the same kind of effect really, not that I listen to a lot of classical music. You're receptive to the mood of the song, but with the lack of lyrics your attention doesn't focus in the same way it would if there are words. Your mind just skims along.
Speaking of skimming along, just before I woke up this morning I had a dream that I and my family took some sort of package tour holiday to America. About fifty other Irish people as well as us all filed into an auditorium that looked like a lecture hall, and I thought we were taking a test until I realised that Mr McCain and Mr Obama were at the top of teh room, and that we had to vote in the election. We filled in our ballots, which looked like my college exam booklets, and then handed them up. They were counted straight away, and by a landslide, Obama had won. Then next I was giving him a hug, and he seemed sad, even in spite of the victory, so I asked him what was wrong. He said, quietly "We need Spiderman". I told him "You are Spiderman", and hugged him again. *shakes head* I'm obviously completely mad.
There's a party on Saturday, going to be a bit of a mad session knowing the girl whose place it is, it's fancy dress, and I'm not sure what to go as. (I love fancy dress, Halloween is my favourite holiday.) I think I might go as an archer. I know I could make a pseudo bow from those ash stems in the garden. Then all I need is some sort of green tunic, and that can be easily procured in a charity shop.
Hope everyone's well, and that this entry made some sort of coherent sense. I feel a bit odd today. Not bad. Just odd. Confused. I'm sure it's the microbes talking.
Leave me an anonymous comment pouring your heart out. Say anything. Tell me your stories, your secrets, those things no one ever asks but you wish to tell. Tell me about your love, your hate, your indifference, your joy. Tell me about what's inside of you when you're reading through these entries on your friends list, and tell me why you continue to come back here. Tell me anything. Tell me what you really think of me or yourself. Anything.
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