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Saturday, October 26, 2013

The Sound of the City

I love this:


This excerpt is from the story "Oh Joseph, I'm So Tired" in the book Liars In Love, a collection of short stories by Richard Yates. 

Wednesday, October 16, 2013

Zzzzzzzzzzz

Let's see if I can finish this post before my Motrin PM starts working.

I'm still sick.  This puts me in a predicament, because being sick is pretty much the only thing going on in my life right now, but I feel bad talking or complaining about it on social media.  I know that's probably a stupid thing to feel bad about, but I can't help it.  Every time I post anything about being sick anywhere, I usually will start to feel guilty about half an hour later and delete it.  I'm not sure what triggers this instinct, but I suspect it has to do with the fact that there are so many people who have it worse than I do with my lingering chronic bronchitis (or whatever the heck it is), so I don't think I have any room to complain.  Like, I don't have lung cancer, for example.  At least, not that I know of.  They can see lung cancer in chest x-rays, right?  Hm.  I hope so.

Anyway, my point in saying all of this is to give some excuse for not blogging.  I will blog again as soon as I can think of something to blog about other than illness.  Thank you for your patience.

:)

Thursday, October 3, 2013

Brain Dump

I miss the olden days (a few years ago), when everyone blogged and we all commented on everyone's blogs and we had intelligent conversations in more than 140 characters.  What happened?

Recently, I went to the eye doctor.  He told me that I shouldn't be wearing contacts.  I've been wearing contacts for 20 years, so this came as a bit of a surprise.  He told me that I can see well and that I should only be wearing glasses to movies and other places where I need to see things very far away.  Since he wouldn't fit me with any contacts and I was nearly out of my supply, I had no choice but to take his advice and stop wearing them.  It was hard at first, but I got used to it, and now I don't have to put anything in my eyes in the morning, so I guess I should thank the old doctor after all.  He actually knew what he was talking about.  I also got these new glasses, which make me look very smart:



This government shutdown is crazy.  Several of my family members work for the government, and while they have been instructed to report to work and cancel all planned vacations, none of them know when to expect their next paycheck.  I don't get it.  If the government is shut down and they aren't getting paid, then why are they being forced to attend to their job?  It seems to me that this isn't so much a "shut down" as it is a forced enslavement of a bunch of government workers.  Except for the Congressmen and women who initiated the whole thing--THEY are getting paid, of course.  I hate politics.

I've been sick.  It started with a head cold, moved south to my chest, and morphed into bronchitis.  I'm tired but unable to sleep, mostly because the coughing keeps me up because it mostly happens when I lie down.  Also, I've got a painful clogged tear duct.  Oh, and menstrual cramps.  I figure that my body is getting all its pain for the next several months out of the way so that I can live a happy and carefree life from Halloween to New Year's, at least.  I'm not complaining, though, because it could always be worse.

I found a four-leaf clover this week.  It reminded me of when I was a kid, and how my best friend and I would sit for hours and scour the clover patches, looking for as many four-leaf clovers as we could find.  We had a whole collection, which we preserved in wax paper in my mom's dictionary.  I wonder if they're still in there?  I should check that out next time I visit her.

Speaking of which, since my car is going kaput and my mom has a spare one sitting around, I may be flying out there to buy it from her.  If that happens, I will be driving it back, possibly alone.  I don't really mind driving for 15 hours alone, but I'd rather do it with someone else so I don't have to stop to sleep.  I envisioned a When Harry Met Sally scenario, until I realized that I probably don't have any friends-of-friends who need to drive to Philadelphia from Illinois, and anyway men and women can't be friends.  So, my older sister may come with me instead.  Hopefully.  If I go at all.  This is still to be determined.
 
I stopped shampooing my hair.  This sounds gross, but so far I like it.  Apparently, this is a whole thing that many clean people with difficult hair have been doing for years (like a secret club) but I never knew about it.  The first I heard of it was from Una LaMarche when she was shilling some shampoo on her blog, then she referenced it again in her book FIVE SUMMERS.  I really hate washing my hair because it takes so much work to get it styled again, so taking out one step seemed like a good deal to me.  I just use a lot of (very cheap) conditioner instead, and now my hair is shinier and way less frizzy and not at all greasy or gross.  Weird, right?  Who'd have thought?  Google it if you have questions, because I'm no expert.

I really want to have a near death experience.  I mean, I don't want to die PERMANENTLY, but it would be nice to catch of glimpse of what I have to look forward to.  I've been reading a lot of books about people who have died and come back, and I'm very jealous.  Can someone please come and knock me out for a bit?  But please don't make it hurt too much.  Or leave any marks.  And don't scare my kid.  ...This may prove to be more difficult than I anticipated.

I have an Instagram account now, in case you have one too:  http://instagram.com/terilynnbrown I know, I know:  I said that I thought filters were stupid.  I still kind of think that they are (mostly because it takes me several minutes to decide on one with every photo), but if you can't beat 'em, join 'em and all that.

I made this:

Wreaths and home decorations aren't usually really my thing, but then I decided that they looked kind of fun to make and thought why not? So here it is.  Then I decided that if other people can sell wreaths on Etsy for a hundred bucks, then I can sell one for $75.  So, I opened an Etsy shop of my own and put this one on there and waited for the orders to start coming in, but that never happened, so now I have an Etsy shop with one wreath in it (and some vintage earrings I don't wear anymore) and no customers.  But at least my door looks pretty now, so all is not lost.


And that is what has been going on with me.  How have you all been?
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