My various entrapments overwhelmed me on Friday and I chose to label them city living. So I walked what passes for my country stroll, on our local stretch of nature slash bike trail. Why did I type the word "slash" instead of the punctuation mark /? I took along the Waterboys, This is the Sea and Fisherman's Blues. I love the Waterboys. Listening to birds--starlings, I think--chatter and trill and practice their scales was a blessing too, and I paused beside a cottonwoodful or two to listen. However, I also found sustenance in the lyrics to "This is the Sea."
These things you keep, you'd better throw them away |
So I listened to that, and cried, and felt better. I am glad that, however stressed or depressed I get, I know a few tricks to wrench myself up and away again. Usually.
I walked, and listened to the Waterboys and to birdsong, and watched the sunset light glow red against the winter cottonwoods, and brought myself back to peace.
We received my father's Christmas check, which shall embody itself in a bookcase. What we shall do when we fill up this one I don't know. We'll have to move. Already RDC's temporary, i.e. library, books, live in whatever floor space they can commandeer; my library books--altogether fewer--live on my nightstand. And it seems criminal to give up the piles of The New York Review of Books and The Nation, which is an excellent reason not to subscribe to additional magazines. MacWorld accumulates anywhere. Anyway. People who keep stuff other than books in their bookcases amuse me. I can't imagine having surplus shelf footage or such a surfeit of dust-collectors that I'd sacrifice to them anything more than whatever horizontal space happens not to fit books. Like the tops of bookcases when I don't have bookends. Anyway. A new bookcase soon.
RDC and I went out to dinner at a Vietnamese place called Little Saigon in Cherry Creek North. I wanted to wear my new dress, although it's really more a summer dress, and the only shoes I have for it that aren't my summer staple of sandals are my wedding shoes. The linen shoes I bought for my interview suit are stained, irretrievably so after my mother's wedding photographs, so I have the Dupioni linen ones I bought for my wedding. I know I bought them in the morning, which you're not supposed to do because your feet swell later in the day, and also I suspect that my feet grew immediately I was married.
(Not that I wore them much that day either: they were absolutely the last thing I put on before I went downstairs with CLH to join the rest of the party (six people including the officiant altogether), and outside about thirty feet to where the ceremony happened, and for a much longer time of receiving and another of photographs. After that, I took off shoes and stockings; TJZ has a photograph of that happening.)
So I wasn't comfortable walking, but that was my own fault.
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