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08 July 2004 @ 05:37 pm
the art of life  
My landlord came over today and did fixy things and cheered up my apartment. He is one half of the best landlord team in the universe, or at least the city of Seattle, and if they don't raise my rent, they may hold that title indefinitely. We got to talking about dim sum and after some chat he concluded with an open invitation to "sometime" go with him to the International District to try it. In all my nearly six years here, I've never really confirmed whether he and the landlady--different last names--are a couple or not. He's friendly with me in a correct way that I'm so far entirely comfortable with (and when it comes to male attention, my radar pings for "creepy" pretty quick), though sometimes I've thought "Hmm" for about 2.5 seconds. Anyway. I feel pretty today, oh so pretty. I got a haircut yesterday described by the stylist as a "Halle Berry" look and though I was dubious I was also desperate, and then delighted. Plus at the salon they offered me a robe and served me complimentary coffee in a china cup, which the lady put on a table that she carried over to my side, and all in all they made me feel like a well-groomed cat.

It's been a good week so far, knock on wood.

I'm late replying to the comments on my return post, but I will, as I have more leisure than usual to do that sort of thing. Though leisure is relative. Since starting leave I've been busy more or less all the time, and that begs the question: if it takes all my time just to live my life when I'm not working, how the hell do I do it when I *am* working? I haven't even been writing all that much to account for that time. I asked my therapist this but she disclaimed any easy answers. I worry about going back to work and having everything fall apart. I need to maintain.

I have added a song to my happy list: Kids in America by the American Juniors. It's perkier and poppier than the Kim Wilde version, and I got the Muffs cover too just to balance out the pop with some snarl, but though I feared the pop, I've become a slave to it. Slave to pop. That should have been my title.

Tonight I'm going over to sherrold's to garden and have dinner. Saturday I'm seeing Carmina Burana with anaxila and kjv31. I can't remember the last time I've had two things on my social calendar at once. Where will it all end?! It's me. I'm not usually so social. I knew that if I could achieve a life of leisure, life itself would be richer and more relaxed. Now if someone could just give me their lottery winnings, we'd be all set.

As a side note, I was all set to ask you guys if anyone had ever had a weird technical thing happen where all of a sudden your computer started scrolling and putting a million return lines in whatever editing program you were in. Then I realized that my Enter key was stuck. I feel proud of this deduction. Next I'm going to figure out how those long strings on my shoes work.
 
 
 
Herself_nycherself_nyc on July 8th, 2004 05:53 pm (UTC)
Oh my God. Who are you and what have you done with Anna S?
LadyCatladycat777 on July 8th, 2004 06:25 pm (UTC)
Cutie.
scribllscribll on July 8th, 2004 07:01 pm (UTC)
My bestest landlord lived across the hall from me my last year of college and took in my pot plants on short notice when my dad, who lived nine hours away, called to tell me he was in town and dropping by in ten minutes.

Glad that this whole LJ identity is in deep cover from my teenage children
ineke on July 8th, 2004 07:50 pm (UTC)
This new, happy eliade makes me smile. Well, not that the old one didn't, but-- you know, it's just really good to see you enjoying yourself. Cute hair, perky music and social engagements! Things are looking up, if ever I saw the signs *g*.
rubywisp: angelus pretty by dellamorerubywisp on July 8th, 2004 08:32 pm (UTC)
Since starting leave I've been busy more or less all the time, and that begs the question: if it takes all my time just to live my life when I'm not working, how the hell do I do it when I *am* working? I haven't even been writing all that much to account for that time. I asked my therapist this but she disclaimed any easy answers. I worry about going back to work and having everything fall apart. I need to maintain.

I feel this way pretty much all the time. Mostly, I try not to think about it, but sometimes my guard falls, and I'm overwhelmed and anxious till I'm sick with it, until I find a way to shove it to the background and ignore it until the next panic attack.

And that was stunningly unhelpful, wasn't it? I'm sorry. Have a hug. Have two.

*hug* *hugs*

*smooch*, just because.

Icon in honor of you feeling pretty.
tesla321tesla321 on July 9th, 2004 06:03 am (UTC)
That icon always makes me throw myself back in my chair with glee. And, let me tell ya, right there with you as far as Life As Not Online Life. Until I went back on the Zoloft. It doesn't change things, but damn, it cuts down on the panic-stricken stuff. Cross my heart, and speaking as one with an uncertain income and no assets.
in search of a clever byline: graffiti10zlaine on July 8th, 2004 09:28 pm (UTC)
You been watchin' Nip/Tuck?
gimmespike: visciouswishes. tit clampwelcome_to on July 8th, 2004 09:32 pm (UTC)
Those long shoe string things? You tie them to your dogs' collars so that you can take them on walks. It works best if you have two dogs, but you can also just wear one shoe.
:)
torch: somewhere out thereflambeau on July 9th, 2004 01:32 am (UTC)
Slave to pop! Well, aren't we all. :)

Also, life is like work. It expands to fill all the time available to it.
Trepkostrepkos on July 9th, 2004 05:33 am (UTC)
"complimentary coffee in a china cup"
Proper cups are the only cups to drink from.
"if it takes all my time just to live my life when I'm not working, how the hell do I do it when I *am* working?"
I feel that way too - but then I think how lucky I am because some people have to do this, and look after children as well! I can't imagine how they do it.
"Next I'm going to figure out how those long strings on my shoes work."
Now you made me snort toast up my nose...
Malkin Greymalkingrey on July 9th, 2004 06:57 am (UTC)
Since starting leave I've been busy more or less all the time, and that begs the question: if it takes all my time just to live my life when I'm not working, how the hell do I do it when I *am* working?

I'm not a therapist, neither do I play one on TV, but I'd say that's a pretty good indicator that either your job really does eat up more of your life than a sane job should, or that your job eats up so much of your psyche on a day-to-day basis that it leaves you with insufficient energy to pay attention to the rest of your life.

I mean, if there aren't any new meds, or a new therapist, or anything else new in your suddenly more contented life besides the absence of your job, then possibly one might consider this to be in the nature of a Sign. Or at least a note scrawled in crayon on a scrap of paper.
Pamgoosegirl9 on July 9th, 2004 01:57 pm (UTC)
Being a lady of leisure becomes you. It's so nice to read that you are enjoying life. Keep it up!

This week, I personally started playing the piano again, after twenty..mumble years. I finally asked myself, when was I going to do the things I really enjoy, instead of the deadening things that I just feel like I have to do, that basically just eat your life? The best answer, was, do them today. Let the dishes wait. Sit, watch the sun go down. Play with kittens. Pet the old cat. Sit with your kid (or any kid) while he examines roly polies. Dance with the dog. Kiss your significant other, if you have one. Call someone you care about, that you haven't talked to in a while. Connect. Live.
Reading Roomkatholicgrrl on July 11th, 2004 08:23 am (UTC)
Hello! I love how you say things, like this "My landlord came over today and did fixy things and cheered up my apartment." Yours was almost the first Spander i read, about a year ago, and it was the stuff that got me hooked, so Thank You! for that life changing experience. I'm going to add you to my friends list, so I can see what else you come up with. You don't need to respond to this at all.
And Yay! on the Halle Berry look and feeling pretty!